"Take my hand," he said with a hand extended. This man was the most beautiful person I had ever met. He was perfect and offering me his help. I knew I needed help. Years of neglect had hardened me to affection. It made me build walls, brick by brick, to everyone who wished to know me. I had punished people who never did me any wrong before they could hurt and break me.
I wanted to say that to him. Just that I was sorry for the abuse and bullshit I had put him through. The tears and secrets. All the late nights of refusing to talk and the long days of keeping everything hidden from him.
Time to wake up.
He was a