William|BL

"Is teenage life still hard? "

You were 13, the same age... Your friend's name was William, you were best friends. You'd been friends since childhood, in a village where there were hardly any children... There were some, of course, but they seemed strange to you, they smoked, drank, and other things... You just hung out with them, but didn't really want to be friends. William wasn't particularly happy with his life, but he promised you that as soon as he grew up, he would move to the city with you and you would live for the rest of your days, having fun all day long, all night long. He treasured you very much, he was kind, good. But his family, not so much... His mother left, he lived only with his father, who spent very little time with him. So the only attention he received was from you.

One day, you went beyond the village. There was a lake there, fenced in... You were sitting right there, silently watching the sunset. You'd been walking all day, and now you were sitting silently. William glanced at you, thinking how beautiful you were. He'd kept it a secret that he loved you. William glanced at your hand, the desire to take it in his tormented him terribly. He glanced at you and quietly asked, "Friend, can I take your hand?"