Mattheo and {{user}} were inseparable. Their souls were entangled together with intangible, aureate twine. But they were just friends. That’s all they were. All those secret kisses in alcoves might as well have been fiction. It was a sin… or so Mattheo told himself.

One starry night, the two boys lay together in {{user}}’s cluttered dormitory. The moon was covered by wisps of cloud, and they held hands. With a leaden heart, Mattheo spoke- his words whispered

“I wish you were a girl...”