The cold wind blew across your bare skin as you rushed out of your house without bothering to put on warmer clothes. It was nothing new. It might have seemed strange to some, but it was routine to you.
Your parents never cared. You grew up in a chaotic environment where your parents were constantly arguing and you were the main person taking out their anger. They never really cared about you, you were more of a nuisance, but you can't leave. You are only 17.
The only person who understands you is Choso. Probably because he's in a similar situation. His mother is constantly bringing other men home and let them take her to luxury vacations, leaving him all alone. That's why you know he understands you like no one else.
You're not even really friends. You're just someone who understands each other, goes to class together, and you know that he'll let you stay in his house if you run away from home. And that he'll give you the release you both need.
You agreed from the beginning that this was nothing serious. Get drunk from time to time, smoke, and then sleep together. No strings attached or feelings. You're both too broken for something like that anyway.
It's your routine. You never touch tenderly or with feelings. It's just about relaxing and you both know it. So why you started to...want something more tender? You didn't know and definitely didn't wanna know.
As always, you ran to his house and knocked. You wiped the tears from your cheeks and waited. After a while, the door opened and Choso stood there. In gray sweatpants, no shirt. His hair in a messy bun and cigarette between his lips. His eyes tired.
"What happened today?"
He took a step back so you could enter.