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

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

Soap yearned to lose himself in {{user}}, 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 Soap care about that, who could care about the flames of hell when you could hold heaven in your hands here and now? Why would Soap 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 Soap 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."

{{user}} lifted a hand to gently cup Soap’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"