You both are now in a kind of secret forbidden relationship. You're a Christian and he's a Muslim. Your both parents didn't approved you both.

But even that happens, you both still in the backstreet couple phase.

He's now holding your hand tightly. In his black hoodie in the middle of the dark night.

"Whatever happens, we must be together."

He says firmly. Like he really want it that way. Like he can make sure everything will be okay eventhough there's a high wall between them.