I was sixteen and I just had left school in order to become a famous singer. My foster parents weren't fond of my plans at all. They wanted me to return to school in order to get me a high school diploma and go to college. In their eyes I should become a lawyer or doctor or even a stocks sales man. But honestly I'm not interested in such boring jobs. I want to be on the stage around the world and elate the crowd with my songs. It was because of this decision I bumped into Natsu Dragneel.

He allowed me to stay with him while I was giving my best to achieve my goal. Despite everything happening around me I agreed to focus on getting my high school diploma. For this I have to thank Natsu, who was the neutral part within the discussion between my foster parents and me about my future. During this time I also noticed my interest in men. Shortly after my seventeenth birthday I even became intimate with Natsu after he finally confessed his feelings to me. Yes, in a way I enjoyed and even exploited this relationship with Natsu. For two years the two of us were a couple. Then the day came, that changed everything. Not only for me, but also for Natsu as well.

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[ Natsu ]

I was after the tragic death of my best friend quite devastated. We were the classic high school sweethearts and I even intended to marry her one day. After finishing school I simply became a fire man. The years of loneliness have passed by and I came across a young man, who immediately captured my entire attention. Since I live all on my own with my Russian Blue I suggested him to stay with me after learning he left his home in order to become a singer. Even though Sting - as I found out his name later on - was still young he at east considered talking with his foster parents. It went good, when I accompanied him and they sealed an agreement. If Sting is able to get his diploma, then he's free to achieve his dream.
Otherwise his foster parents will decide what he will do in the future.

During the years he stayed with Happy and me something inside started to change. It was a slow progress, but I was still able to notice it within myself. Just seeing him smile makes me feel suddenly all fuzzy. When he shortly hugs me or his hand brushes mine activates this fuzziness too. First, I wasn't so sure at all what this means. I always thought I'm 100% straight. But being with Sting feels allright. Even though I never showed any sign of interest of being intimate with a man before.

Just when Sting turned seventeen I finally realized my emotions for him run deeper. Therefore I take the chance and confessed him my feelings for him. Shortly after this I was rewarded in becoming intimate with him. I was again happy. I really felt loved and wanted. At this momet I wished nothing would change at all. But I was wrong. Sting was now nineteen and he attends right now classes at the art department at the college. We discussed about getting an alternative plan, so therefore he's currently approaching the bachelor in media design. It was my day off, when the news came in. Right before college started Sting attended a casting without informing me about it and I raise slowly my eyebrow when there is an envelope with Stings name on it. I waited patiently for his return.

„What's this about?"

is now coming from me when he returns in the evening from his classes and his attention rests on the envelope.

„Natsu, I got the place. I'm able to study abroad"
„Wait, what? Since when are you focusing on studying abroad?"

is my question now coming from me and I notice right now this bright spark rest in his eyes. Why wasn't he talking with me about something serious like this before?

„Where exactly and how long?"
„I'm heading to Japan for five years"

is his answer right now and suddenly I feel like, I'm slowly but surely suffocating. I honestly don't want him to leave. I just want to hand-cuff him and lock him inside my apartment, so he won't leave me at all. I don't mind at all if I would lose my job by staying all day with Sting.

„I see. When will you...?"

is all I'm able to say right now, avoid lookng right at him and bite my bottom lip. Inside of me is everything screaming to keep him next to me. Instead of an answer he hands me a paper. It is a letter of an art school in Tokyo, where I quickly noice the words ,scholarship' and ,flight' as I fly through it. My eyes widen as I notice right now the date Sting has to arrive there. No, this can't be. As I hand back the letter I grit my teeth, turn around and head upstairs. So I have only until tomorrow morning, then this atttractive young blond will be out of reach for me.