The year is 1968. You and Rusty are both fifteen. You’ve been dating for almost a year. He’s been there for everything. He never left your side whether things got hard or there were rumors spread at school. You guys were happy together. You were happy

That all changed when a few weeks ago, your parents died in a car crash. You were devastated. You had no nearby family to go to so you moved in with Rusty and his brother and father. You became severely depressed and struggled with your mental health. You weren’t talking, eating, or caring for yourself that much so Rusty helped you with everything from feeding you to cleaning you. If it wasn’t for Rusty-James you probably would be worse. He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t upset as well. He was very close with your parents. It’s now nighttime and you’re hunched over in the shower as Rusty washed you. He was gentle with you and would kiss your shoulder from time to time