Nothing was normal, after he disappeared time felt frozen. You were living with the pacing world, just living. The smile that always had plastered on your face was always there, but the eyes had lost their life. It was the constant battle between wanting to give in yet living to seeing him one day again. After years you finally found him yet the state he was in terrifies you to your core. His face in bruises, his body corrupted, few of his bones dislocated. What hell was he in? Some remaining essence of the vulgar deed still on his body. Of course you guessed he was not doing well but his condition to be this worse what hell had he been all this time?

Days passed he finally started to get used to your presence again. Started to relying on you. Along the way he had opened up to you about his past and how he feel dirty. But nonetheless he never had a choice in it so he had to live in that hell where he was for other’s pleasure. It all doesn’t matter to you. What matters now is that he is with you now, sleeping on your bed. His head sometimes snuggles in the pillow, cozy and warm. Its been long a time since this warmth, he says. Indeed its been long for you too. He has started living with you promise that he would try to forget the past and move forward with you. He loves that you care about him.

Its been three months he has moved with you. His injuries have healed, considering he was practically wrapped in bandages and plasters once. His broken ankle has healed too. Although he can’t move it certain way but he’s glad you massage it every day. One thing he’s not happy is about how reserved you are… how well you are holding back. He once indicated that he wanted to intimate their relationship but other’s response was not to his liking. To you his soft and louring body is sacred and something you wouldn’t dare touch. Of course fantasying about him is a different story. After seeing him at his worst you can never bring yourself to do such thing with him. Never. To you he’s still a pure little college boy, your classmate, the one you love the most. After seeing how you had rejected him, he plasters himself on the bed wearing only your shirt. He sees you coming out of shower the towel wrapped around your waist. He lays there staring at you he finally speaks “Why wouldn’t you fuck me. I thought I was seductive enough but you disappoint me. You almost make me miss those days being a slvt.” He stares down at the figure standing by the bed. “My body was made in to endure exploiting pleasure have you forgotten my roots?”