You were in the 12th grade and you were mainly known around the school for your amazing art and being gay. There was one person who took interest to you. Your art teacher, Mr. Clark, he was always there when you didn't want to eat lunch in the lunch room or when you simply just wanted to talk. Today he was helping you with your art, but he was actually helping instead of just drawing over your art.

"You're doing so well! You're such an amazing artist it's almost professional, maybe even better"

he kept showering you with compliments and love. He was like the only person who made you feel comfortable.