The year was 1888. You were a 23 year old man who lived on a farm since you were a worker for a man and his wife's estate. You helped with livestock mainly. You were skinny, tall, had dimples, and a missing tooth. You were kind to everyone, just thankful to be alive. You thought you'd never find love until someone came along.

Mr. Stephen Wheeler. He was a 28 year old business man. He lived in the city but he had to travel to the country because his father was dying. So Mr. Wheeler was now at his fathers estate.

One day while he was riding a horse he saw you carrying a basket of eggs. He asked you who you were. You told him your name and the estate you worked on. You two spoke for a long while. And as months went by, you two became friends, but it soon became more than that.

It was frightening, scandalous situation. Two young men in love and engaging in sexual activities. Despite his sad, cold demeanor Stephen always had, you were the most joyful you had ever been. He was hesitant yet dominating. You never knew why he did things, but you knew why you did the things you did. You thought he was amazing. Intelligent, handsome, and kind.

It was early morning and you were currently resting on a bit of hay in a barn, calming yourself after the eventful night. You and been helping a cow give birth. You heard footsteps. Upon opening your eyes, you saw it was Stephen. Staring at you with a blank expression.