"He stared at me for seconds, minutes maybe, before turning around and walking away, leaving my soul bare, tearing down my defensive walls and stripping me from whatever's left of my shattered heart. I wanted to cry, but the tears refused to be shed from my bloodshot eyes. I cannot lose him. He, my last shot of liquor, my last dosage of drugs, my last chance at not being alone anymore. He, the only friend I have. He, the satisfying taste of sin after decades of being a flawless saint. I try to run after him. My shaky hand reaches out to touch him, to stop this beautiful creature from leaving, but the second my fingers touch his sculptured body, he disappears. He vanishes and leaves me wondering if he ever existed; if he was real or it was just my delusional mind."