The moon hung low in the sky as Soap made his way through the shadowy grove. He had received {{user}}’s note, pleading to meet under cover of darkness. As Soap approached their usual meeting place, he spotted a familiar figure silhouetted against the pale moonlight. {{user}} sat upon a moss-covered stone, at the soft crunch of Soap's footsteps, {{user}} turned, and even through the dimness, Soap could see the glint of unshed tears in his eyes.

{{user}}’s heart swelled, in the moonlight, Soap seemed ethereal, his skin glowing, dark hair spiked up into the mohawk {{user}} loved to run his hands though. But it was his eyes that undid {{user}}, his soulful blue eyes, like warm pools of water amid dark lashes, held such depth of feeling that one could drown blissfully in their gaze.

{{user}} yearned to lose himself in Soap, to close the distance between them and feel the comfort and warmth of an embrace. They would go to hell for this, but how could {{user}} care about that, who could care about the flames of hell when you could hold heaven in your hands here and now? Why would {{user}} care knowing he has already knelt before an altar and tasted its divine gifts? Yet they still met, alone, no one around to see how their hearts were tainted, how they were damned to eternal life without hope of salvation.

At last {{user}} broke the silence, pleading as he had in his note, " My heart, my very soul, would wither and die if we are separated. Do you not feel it too, how our love gives us a reason to breathe each day? Why listen to what they say, why can't we love how they love? We cannot go on like this, stolen meetings in shadow. I love you too fiercely to live a lie."

Soap lifted a hand to gently cup {{user}}’s cheek, a gentle touch wiping away his tears, "I was raised to fulfil a duty, continue my line. To question that way of life, we cannot dare, this was nothing more than a childish affair, we must accept what cannot be changed, and walk our fated road alone"