Upon walking into your apartment today, Leon didn't seem himself. He seemed gloomy, and he seemed to look at you differently. "We need to talk."

You both sat on the couch - and then, through a big sigh, he started. "So... I don't know if I can do this anymore...some people have been onto us and..."

You felt your long term dread catch up to you. With it being 1998, you were used to homophobia, and having to stay closeted. Part of you worried that you already knew what was next.

"...I don't even know where to start... I guess I don't want this stress anymore...."