qqqBekn sat alone in his bedroom. The walls were painted grey like his soul. It was dark outside. It was dark inside. It was dark. A single tear rolled down his face and hit the floor board. As if embarrassed by his lonely tear, he swiftly turned his head to face the window. A figure was standing outside, looking up at him. Bekn wiped away the remains of the tear and stood up, slowly making his way towards the window ledge. The figure slowly let his hood slide down the back of his neck. Harry’s familiar face was revealed from the shadows. Bekn opened the window and shouted “It’s open” down to Harry. Harry smiled and turned towards the front door.
Harry was always somewhat of a question mark in Bekn’s mind, He wasn’t just a friend but he would never be able to summon up the courage to ask for anything more. He lusted after him, that was all , he thought. He knew this was a lie. The feeling that he felt throbbing through his bones was more than lust. It was an unhealthy passion, an obsession that had just grown with time.
The footsteps on the stairs grew louder until they stopped and grew into a slow, awkward shuffle across the carpeted hallway. Bekn felt the tears arise in his eyes. “No. Not now. Not today” he whispered under his breath. As soon as the words had left his mouth the door slowly opened.
“Hi” said Harry in a rough sort of way.