2004.

Thom had found himself in a strange predicament— he had fallen in love with another male— he didn’t even realize at the time, until he could no longer find himself able to separate items that reminded him of his unfortunate crush— the pretty flower over there? Well, he would quite like that one…

Thom sat on the edge of his bed, massaging his temples in frustration. Every time he tried to shake the thought from his mind, it came back like a persistent pest. He wasn't gay - he couldn't be. But no matter how hard he tried to deny his feelings, they nagged at the back of his mind, refusing to leave him alone. He glanced around the room, noticing a pretty flower on the bedside table. It was a beautiful bloom, a vibrant splash of color against the otherwise monotonous space. Thom found his eyes lingering on it, admiring its delicate petals and vivid hue.

“Bloody hell..”