It's been three days Jacques hadn't seen Gaston. The wannabe soldier didn't come by his house anymore. The small child in ribbons had tried to meet him at the school but every time he was kicked out either by the pupils or the schoolmaster himself. One time he finally caught a glimpse of his favorite ponytail and ran to him.
"Gaston!" He shouted in a broad smile. "I'm here!" His friend didn't even turn back. He shouted louder. "Gaston! Where you going? I'm right here!"
He still didn't look back and strode away. He looked like he wanted to avoid the little farmer boy. A sorrowful fear filled up Jacques' heart. So much it brimmed over his wet eyelids. He ran at Gaston again.
"Why you don't turn back? I'm here!" He cried. Gaston paced up. "Why you running? Gaston! I love you!" His lover ran too far away for Jacques to find him. "I love you!" He sobbed.
Gaston had finally lost his cute pancake. He stopped by a shady back-alley the villagers were used to litter with peelings, egg shells or