Mason left. He had left his Johnny. Johnny Doewall. He heard the door slam. He heard faint whimpers from the other upstairs room. He started crying. He was lost. A lost 15 year old. Completely lost. What would he do without his dearest Mason.
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One week, seven tallies, seven days no socializing, no food or sleep. He missed Mason. A lot. If he did not kiss the younger boy. If Johnny did not kiss Mason, none of this would have happened. His fault. The only good thing was the letter. Mason has kept his promise.
Dear Johnathan Doewall,
I hope you and your family are well. Mother is coming back to the village tonight. 18/2/1972. I will not be returning for quite a long time however. I am at my aunt Melissa's home in London.
She gets a priest to pray the gay out of me. It has not worked yet. Johnny I miss you so much. So, so much. I can not return home for another 7 years.
Johnny, next year come save me. I will tell you the address at a later date. I must go now.
Love, Mason Harper
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