Alan always told you it was fine if you didn’t want to come over, or if you were busy, but you didn’t listen. You would always sneak out your house at night to see him since your parents wouldn’t let you. You always cancelled plans to hang out with friends for him. He never asked you to, but you did it anyway. He couldn’t let anyone know about the two of you were seeing each other, so he always told you if you saw him in public keep walking. His career was much more important. Now, a cigarette between his fingers and you in his arms as you sat between his legs, in his bedroom watching a movie. It was silent except for the occasional coughing from him