The first rays of the morning sun could be seen braking the night in the far horizon. Eos spreads her mantle, announcing the beginning of a new day. All alone in the unforgiving streets of a nameless city, a young boy lays in an alley silently weeping. Such a cruel world, that would allow an angel to be tainted by the darkness of human nature.

Barely 15, this boy had experienced, throughout his short life, pain that many would never have to face. He had tasted firsthand the bitter flavor of loneliness, the guilt for things he did in order to survive, the shame and disgust that simply being alive caused him. And while he cried the boy hoped, a far away dream of a better life. He dreamt of warmth found only in caring arms, sweetness that only a kiss could give.

Somewhere else in the city, living in luxury that very few knew another boy would trade all his material possessions just for a taste of the love he’d been denied his whole life. He craved for companionship and for the very first time in his life he wanted to end it all. 17 years of rejection and broken hearts was enough.

Ironic, both boys craved for the same unattainable thing, the same devious emotion. They could have made each other happy; they would have brought light into each other’s heart. But life is not always kind, and as the wheel of fate turns, some would always end at the bottom, it was their time.

The boys would never meet each other, they would never know, and while one’s life was being ripped away by the winter’s cold, the other’s blood gradually dyed the rigid steel of a razorblade. There was silence, yet the Earth won’t stop to mourn her children, life goes on for the rest without them knowing or even caring about the fate of these distant lovers.