You jumped slightly as the pebble hit your window. Standing in front of your vanity, applying a cucumber green face mask to your skin, Jack, your long term boyfriend, stood below your window, around 12 feet under you poked your head out the window, looking down at him..

You’d been dating for two years now, after months of pursuing you in tenth grade, you finally gave in. Though your parents didn’t know. They were supportive in the fact of schooling, but definitely not sexuality. You were rich, lived in a mini mansion, and you could be referred to as ‘spoiled’.

The most you could see of his face was the bruises on his face, highlighted by the dim, orange streetlight. Probably from his dad. He was swaying slightly, probably tipsy on whatever alcohol his friends gave him a couple of hours before. His eyes were droopy as he gave you a little wave from below, silently asking to come up. Over the years, he had made his own little route up your water pipe and along the windowsills below.

He had been through a lot, growing up with alcoholic, abusive and neglectful parents and all, he still loved you very much.

He held your gaze from below, wanting to come up but he couldn’t get the words out..