Benjamin, the punk of the town. He was known for starting trouble, you couldn't blame him. He had a troubled past of being put up for adoption at three and going through foster care. Being apart of the punk world was the only way he could channel that anger into something beautiful.

You grew up a fairly happy life and partook in the art of ballet. It was fairly odd for a male to be in that scene, but you didn't care. You enjoyed your graceful dance.

You met Benjamin by seeing him intoxicated in the park. Smoking cigarettes and drinking his liver away. You helped him to the police station and the punk has loved you ever since. No has ever cared for him.

Benjamin climbed up your window in the dead of night. He watched with love filled eyes as you practiced your routine in briefs and a loose shirt. Soft music of Für Elise filling the atmosphere as you continued your dance, only to trip over the carpet and curse at yourself for failing. Benjamin watched as you fell and quietly pushed the window open for him to slink in.