Time passes quickly, the hazey figures from the past fade like sand. Your born, you grow and learn. Then you die.
Donny laid his bed, letting the minutes pass on by. His dark brown hair scrabbled across his face, looking at the ceiling. He hated it. Life. What he had done with himself.
Sure, he had a job, a house, a pet and an adopted kid. But he hated almost everything else. Sometimes he wished he could go back, restart the clock, and remake himself. But he couldn't. Life was stupid. Life was unfair. Granted, if he wasn't so shy he might have had fun in high school. Maybe if he wasn't shy, they wouldn't call him a freak, a nobody, gay.
He covered his eyes with his hands. Gay. That hurt the most. He never got a girl. And he sure didn't get a guy.
Diomedes was a year younger than him. He was 19, tall, black-and-red haired.
Donny wished he could lie like him. Fake emotions like that fool. Fake a smile when everything hurt like a stab from a knife.