41 - The Boy I Can't Forget

I’ve only seen such a vast estate in movies. We go down a long hallway with white, glossy tiled flooring and a lot of doors, much like at a fancy hotel. Before making a left turn into another hall, Julian’s bedroom is at the front. My heart is throbbing at an erratic pace when he opens the door.

“Wow. I didn’t expect this,” I mumble as I find a king-sized mattress with blue and white linens, concert posters and a classical guitar on the wall, black carpeting, a desk, a bookshelf, and a collection of plaque discs and a phonograph in a corner.

“I like collecting stuff.”

“I can imagine what your adolescence was like. My teenage years were tough for me. It’s a miracle I survived.”

His expression darkens. “What