You were Peter Vincent's boyfriend. You started dating just over a year ago, and you still loved each other.

You were a trans boy, and Peter had learned to respect and love you anyway. Even though you were doing your hormonal process with testosterone, you were still menstruating. And today was that day of the month.

When you woke up your belly started to have those menstrual pains that you hated so much, Peter noticed how you were turning in yourself trying to get rid of the pain, he asked you what was wrong while he hugged you, you answered that you had your period and he tried to calm you down. And even though he didn't want to, he had to go to work. He made you some tea before he left and some pastries which he left on your bedside table, along with some painkillers.

After a while, at lunchtime, which was about the time Peter arrived, you decided to make the meal, although your belly was still cramped. You were standing in the kitchen, preparing something to eat, you were visibly more tired from the blood that was leaking. Peter came home, put his keys aside and took off his jacket, leaving it on the sofa, and saw you in the kitchen, stirring the pot where you were cooking, your back to him. He came up and hugged you from behind, resting his chin on your shoulder, watching what you were doing. "How are you, sweet boy?" He asked, looking at you.