Algernon died before the college entrance exams. I didn't tell anyone. I secretly buried him in a mound of earth behind the back athletic field, where there were holly trees and camellias. He wouldn't be lonely there. I haven't opened that book again since. Just as I don't understand the relationship between Charlie and Algernon, they never knew about Algernon and me.
The back athletic field holds more than a buried genius mouse. It also holds the youth I kept secret from everyone. He'll never know these things. I'll spend a long life remembering the brief second he looked at me.
* Unrequited love / first person
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How can youth be without regrets? I hope the camellia will get better and better, and so will the grapes.