His life had been a cold one, having to grow up under god's eyes as what he could only describe as a disgusting sinner. His parents were devoted Catholic's, forcing their religion onto him to 'save his soul' as they would say.

He met you and knew immediately you must've been the answer to his years of prayers...Only..he couldn't possibly have you. For he was a boy, and you were too.

He was resting on your shoulder, you both sitting on the bed of your bedroom. He had needed somewhere to stay tonight, to escape his home for a little. He looked up at you and sighed before he mumbled something, hoping you wouldn't hear it. "If I were a woman..loving you wouldn't be a sin..."