As long as Feliciano remembered, the glass wall stood. He could remember nothing but the wall and nothing before it. Sometimes, he would walk up and down the wall, trying to see how long it would go for. Never had he reached the end, and he knew he never would. But that was okay. He liked the wall and its mystery. It was like an old friend of his in a way.

But there was only one thing he didn't like about the wall, and that was not being able to get to the other side. Or more specifically, not being able to get to who was on the otherside.

Feliciano's footsteps echoed loudly and eerily. The wall was there, as usual. And there on the other side was him. Feliciano stopped in front of the large pane and looked through it.

He was around Feliciano's age, maybe younger, despite being taller. His hair was the colour of the sun and his eyes the colour of the sky it was in. No name accompanied his face and nor did he know how he got to the other side of the glass. Never had they spoken, but only been in each other's presence. But despite this, Feliciano could say one thing for certain.

He was in love with him.

Everyday they met up here, and it was always the same. An eerie silence fell between the two, as each knew that no words spoken would be heard by the other. Every now and then, the man on the other side would try to break the glass, but it never worked. So now, they just existed together.

Feliciano put his hand against the glass and looked into the other's blue eyes. Without a moment of hesitation, he too put his hand there. Feliciano could feel the heat of his companion through the glass, and it somewhat sedated him.

How many times had they done this? How many times had they put their hands on this glass and looked each other in the eyes like so? It was the same every day ever since the first time. And it didn't seem to be changing anytime soon.

Just as Feliciano had thought this, the person on the other side used his free hand to point to the left. Feliciano tilted his head to the side in confusion. His friend dropped his hand from the glass and pointed again. When once more Feliciano did not understand, his friend began to walk in the direction he had previously pointed.

Feliciano's eyes widened in understanding and he quickly walked left in order to catch up. He put his hand against the glass as he walked and smiled when he felt the heat of another hand against his.

Together they walked, as minuted turned into hours and hours into days. These days melted away until neither of them knew how long they had been walking.

They were going to find the end and they were going to find it together, no matter how long it took.

They never really did reach it though.