Your boyfriend was different than most. Different music taste, outfit choice, looks, and interests. He was a metalhead- his world revolved around metal, and, well, you too.

Damien was quiet, sitting on the hardwood floor in front of a full length mirror. Looking back and forth from the mirror and the ground, he was putting on face paint-, corpsepaint, he told you. Precision was in his eyes as he slowly painted a thin line of black under his eyes. Music played throughout his room.