Tragedy

Tragic. That's the only word to define those days, when I fell from paradise and was cast into hell as Lucifer. When my love was ripped from me without warning or mercy and carried away.

My name is Anthony but my friends have always called me Tony, and at the beginning of it all I lived with my mother Jessica. My mother was divorced and did her best to provide a good education for me, as well as keeping the house afloat, even though it cost her everything she did what she could. I have always been grateful for this, although I miss my father sometimes, especially when I started to doubt my sexuality. These are usually matters between father and son, no? "That talk," or how a boy's body starts to change in adolescence.

After a long time and a few relationships, I was able to understand that I liked men, but I didn't want everyone to know. After all, young men can be cruel. And how cruel they are.

When I was 17 years old my friends would comment on some dating sites, but always with a tone of "maybe you can't die alone huh", this made me a little irritated so I always ignored them. But they were right, no matter how hard I tried I couldn't fall in love, I could have a relationship but I always felt extremely empty, as if something was missing inside me. I tried to fill it with everything I could, like sex or casual encounters with men that honestly were not even worth the effort of leaving my precious house. But that's life, some people just aren't meant to love.

One day during break I was walking through the halls when my friend Sarah came running up to me, with a beaming smile.

"Hey Tony, I have some news!"

"Don't tell me you're back with Felipe, because if you start that shit again, I swear I'll have you committed to a mental institution."

"Of course not, and I already told you that was the last time."

"Then tell me your 'big news'."

"You know that website that everyone is talking about?

"The one you always use to remind me I'm stuck?"

"That's the one, dear stuck-up."

"Very funny. But then, did you find anyone decent there?"

"Yes!!! His name is Nick, he is super affectionate and gorgeous. We just went out last weekend and I'm already super into him."

Hearing her tell me this with such a bright smile made me happy for her, but it also made me feel apprehensive, considering her history with relationships.

Sarah was an extremely beautiful girl, with her long black hair, her eyes that had a light brown color and long eyelashes, the body of a doll, and the style of dressing that reminds one of an Instagram influencer. But when it came to relationships, she always got into a different mess, ranging from an abusive and controlling boyfriend to some weird stalker who set a date with her and started stalking her everywhere.

I wish she could be happy at least this time.