For a moment, he just stared at the ground beneath him, covered in tufts of dog hair as it often was. A stupid smile began to spread over his face and, no matter how hard he tried, he could not summon the strength to wipe it off. There was a boy... And what a boy he was. A coldness embraced him, however, as a sharp pain in his gut reminded him: he was having an affair with a married man, and a rather suspicious bearer of bruises that seemed to litter every single inch of his body... Photo by Brennan Martinez on Unsplash