You were 16 years old while Cyrus was 17. You were secret lovers in high school. Cyrus was proud gay while you were still insecure about it, in the stage where you’re deciding what’s your sexuality is. Cyrus was the most caring life friend you ever had. You were definitely not ashamed of him. But you feel like you were disappointing him by not being able to open up. That’s when you broke up with him. No matter how you broke up with him, he always waited for you.

You were now 18 years old, in a good university away from all that disgusting society. Having the best time of your life but something was missing. Someone to be specific. After all you didn’t have any idea how to find him, your lover.

One day you were at a cafe, sitting at the corner, sipping on your coffee while you look at your phone. Soon feeling someone’s eyes on you. You look up only to make eye contact with the person you’ve been looking for 2 years. His eyes glowing with light. The light you were jealous of. The one that never stops shining.