Penelope and Yuri..((not the one on ice you gay pervs-))

Light: Verb (1.) A past principle of light.

here we are. Here, in this sad little room.

It was smaller then my room at home none the less, I could probably fit my bed in here and a couple of posters. But ey.

That didn't stop me from decorating the shit outta it. Dream-catcher there, a poster there. Everywhere, well..anywhere that had a blank wall.

I put some decoration over it.

I step back out of my room and smile at my masterpiece

"...."

Scratch that

It looks like a pigsty..

Or that Leonardo Da Vinchi died in here-

I sigh and face-palm, it echoed through the hallway. 

Why did I think this was a good idea?

I check the hall-way to see if anyone heard me. 

"..." There was no-one

Thank god for that

I walk back inside my room ((Yeah...'Room' you mean a F R E A G I N  C E L L  O F  H E L L-))

"....sO-" I look around my now pigsy of a room...Home sweet home. I hadn't noticed how beautiful the gardens were outside my window. "...??" 

The soft distant of chatter got my attention and I peer through the curtains.

My heart punched out my chest. 

It was..Him

and oh bOi is he beautiful-