The two of you were tragic little characters... No one could ever know about the two of you, yet your love for each other wasn't a place for the faint of heart. The complete torture of a hidden and closeted relationship was painful, but it was even more painful when the two of you were hidden in the closet together, dark and unseeing... But you could feel each other...

A whimsy little place you two created for yourselves... Your bedroom... His bedroom... It's like the scenes change everytime the two of you loved...

Right now, the two of you were in the bathroom, you patching Boris up after his latest beating he received from his now asleep and drunken father. A few hours after he got beat to a pulp, he called you up at like eleven in the evening.