Stories and Photo AlbumsMature

Miles Stevans

I gave Roi a wry smile before launching into my own story of the past.

"Well, I was actually more of a country boy. My mom and dad owned some land and we lived in the suburbs. It was quite peaceful there, and we had a farm; raised cattle and all that. But my parents were more concerned about my schooling then ever, especially since we were a little poor. They moved me from school to school within the city, usually putting me in boarding. But since they weren't able to meet the tuition fees, the school always kicked me out.

"When I was about 14 or so I started doing some part-time jobs and got enough money to enroll here. My parents had to also sell a few assets to land me in this school since it's more then just a little expensive. It was completely worth the hard work though. I was able to accomplish my dream of being a teacher, and now that I really am one, I earn enough money to support my family."

She blinked, possibly never having imagined me to go through such hardships especially since her world was more of a rich and high-status kind. "So, where are your parents now?"

"Well they died in a car accident when I was 18, right after I graduated. So, I don't really have anyone." I gave her a shrug, concealing the pain that hit me everytime I thought of their deaths. It's something I'd grown used to over time but it still hurt nonetheless.

"I'm sorry..." she whispered, looking unsure and I smiled at her, trapping one of her golden spirals with my finger and played with her hair.

"Don't be." I leaned forward, kissing her lightly on the forehead before smiling and getting up from the couch. "I'll be right back."

I went upstairs and moved to my bedroom, rummaging through the drawers for the old photo album I had in here. Finally, my eyes laid on the red cover of the book and I took hold of it, going back downstairs happily.

"Let me show you something." Sitting back down next to her, I opened the book and her eyes lit up when she saw the first photo in the album.

"Is that you?!"

I grinned, nodding. My eyes didn't move from her face as I watched her react to what she saw.

"You sure are fat for a baby," she teased, giggling. "Next page!"

We moved through the pictures of me as a baby, to my years of growing up dressed in 'farm boy' attire, to my teenage years - moving from one school to another with different friends in each picture. Finally, though, the picture of my second girlfriend showed up and by the way I held her close to me in the picture, Roi was smart to figure it out.

"Who's this?" She asked, curiousity burning ferociously in her voice.

"That's Elle, my second girlfriend," I said softly, tracing the features of Elle's face with my finger, a smile on my face.

"Well...she seems pretty..." Roi said quietly. Elle really is pretty. Her nightshade black hair was long and wavy, reaching till her waist accompanied by hazelnut brown eyes. She's tall and lean with a rosy complexion that made her look like quite the angel.

"She is."

Roi grew silent beside me and I turned to look at her, the expression on her face inscrutable. "Did you love her?" She asked me, not meeting my eyes.

"She's my past, Roi."

"That doesn't answer the question."

"Yes. I did," I whispered, trying to hide the smile that formed on my face when I saw the jealous expression across Roi's.

"And how you feel about me is different," she said bluntly.

"In a good way," I kissed her on the cheek and then closed the album, setting it on the table. "What else do you want to know about me...and Elle?"

The End

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