The beginning of this story is set in 2012. "You two need to get yourselves together. Now!" Scooter walks into the room. "Enough of this self loathing and pitying. Enough of the smoking. Drinking." He says angrily as he snatches the rolled up paper from in between Justin's fingers and the bottle of alcohol in my han...
Tú eras a quien yo pensaba, serías el "hombre ideal". Pero mira te, acostado, aquí a mi lado, semi desnudó, y yo a tu lado como si de verdad yo fuera solo un trofeo al que puedes presumir con gran orgullo, mi vida era más que perfecta sin ti, sin tu presencia. Error, me has fallado por ultima vez.