A man walks silently on the street, sunken red eyes looking at earth below him. A light crease of something familiar in his pockets, and they smell of gunpowder. His damp face lookingquite gloomy, bumps into a woman. Not just any woman, but a woman with a fit body beautiful face, crying. Both stutter for they have seen each other face to face, and heartbeats rise.
Soon after that night, letters are sent, kisses are exchanged and hearts entwine. Then man with the thought of death sought new life with her. And the woman heart crushed, picked up the pieces with him. Many years pass, and finally the man decided to marry her, exchanging vows the commit. The chains they formed were never thought broken. Sadly, the chains were made of iron, and iron rusts.
They began to drift away from each other, the woman tried to go near the man showing his letters of devotion and loved. She was only to be shunned, and would see hin only when dawn breaks. Smelling a faint smell of alcohol in the air. One day, he finally left and this time the letter he left wasn't about love. The woman picked it up only filled with rage and disgust.
"I'm gay."
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