As the sun sets, Gaege (he/him) and I (she/her) sit, watching children play in the distance. Suddenly, the familiar notes of "Luz de Luna" by PNL resonate from my phone. Gaege, lost in the music, hesitates before confessing a personal truth: he reveals that he is sterile. The revelation adds a layer of complexity to our connection, as we navigate the emotions stirred by the beautiful but melancholic melody, blending the distant laughter of children with the realities of our own lives. gaege - .... hey bestie ... i wanted to say to you sometime about my appointenent with the doctor .... you nod you - yes tell me bestie <3 he sigh im .... sterile i won't have kid ....