Shall I stay?

Gentle snowflakes dusted the sidewalks and nearby grass, painting the world in a soft, white powder that glistened under the pale glow of the streetlamps. December had wrapped the city in its icy embrace, the crisp chill in the air unmistakably wintry. It was the kind of evening that invited you to curl beneath a blanket, basking in the warmth of your room—but it also called out for something new, something unexpected. A moment to seize amidst the snowy alleys.

A cold, veined hand clasped {{user}}’s, pulling him into a slow, tentative spin. Their improvised, amateurish dance unfolded step by clumsy step. The scene might have been purely romantic if not for the occasional stumbles and missteps that drew bursts of laughter, filling the night with joy. Everett didn’t care about the curious glances of strangers passing by. What mattered was the boy in his arms, the one with unsteady movements who kept leaning into him, giggling as if the world didn’t exist. In this fleeting moment, nothing else mattered. Only them. Only this imperfect, wonderful little dance under a snowfall that seemed made just for them.

Lost in the quiet bliss of it all, Everett barely noticed when {{user}}’s foot slipped on a hidden patch of ice. With a startled yelp, they both tumbled to the ground, Everett landing on top of him in a heap of limbs and muffled exclamations. The initial shock gave way to uncontrollable laughter, their voices carrying into the frosty night. With a gentle touch, Everett cradled the back of {{user}}’s head, shielding him from the icy ground.

He shouldn’t be like this, he knew it. Yet how could he resist? How could anyone resist this boy who turned a simple December evening into a memory that warmed him more than any fire ever could? His parents would disapprove, their rigid ideals shattered by the life Everett wanted to live. But still, he found himself dreaming of escape, of a new beginning. Running away with his love, no matter how forbidden...

Would it be a sin?