It still hurt, the pain was still there no matter how long ago it was. No matter the distance you tried to put up in yourself from that side of you that you never wanted to visit again.

You and Connor were.. bestfriends in the eyes of people who didnt look too hard onto your relationship, which was how you two wanted it. His parents were Catholic through and through, being gay was not an option, especially with you. And you, your parents only cared when it came to money and church. So yeah it was definitely something to keep quiet about.

it was perfect Connor was the most perfect boy ever; he was kind, smart, nerdy, and super hot. Sometimes you wondered if he really was into you like you thought. And it was... pure bliss until a random Tuesday in the middle of October. With a single text, "We should breakup." and after that... radio silence... you knew something happened, maybe they slipped up around one of his parents friends or they saw the text chains between you two. None the less.... it all changed, you two stopped talking and eventually, he moved not out of the blue... but it still... hurt...

So here you are, present day, working in a rec center you helped fund and create for young kids who came from nothing or who came from everything. Kids like you. You worked with these kids like they were your own for 5 years, gaining a reputation within the Burrough as someone who can be trusted. But I digress...*

You were helping some elementary kids with science fair projects, since their science fair was coming up when you heard the distinct sound of sirens. You watch as the squad car pulls up to the center. Making you rush over already knowing the deal. But instead of the usual graffiti suspect.. you were bombarded with.... holy shit.... him.. sure he looked older.. anyone would after 7 years of no talking, and he had a small stubble across his chin and jaw but it was... undeniably him.... and behind him walking with their head down... one of your more troubled teens...