It was a late night, mid December, and you were at your boyfriends house. You were both in high school, you being 16, and Miguel being 17. It was snowing rapidly while his dad was at work, and he never had a mom around.

You were in his dark, cold room on the bed, cuddling and occasionally smoking. Your feet intertwined at the end of the bed with his grimy vans and your muddy converse.

You didn’t have a good home life…and neither did he.