I can honestly say that my childhood ended the day I left with Sterling. The house was full of silence and resentment as I grabbed the hand of the man I was meant to be with. I could feel the sorrow on my father's face and the indifferent shrug from my mother. It's not that they didn't love me but I knew I had worn them down with my problems of depression and an accumulating student loan debt from one year of college and what my mom called inappropriate focus on myself. I just remembered me slowly stepping away and I glanced inside the window long enough to see my father's eyes that were full of tears; my mom always said he was the emotional one.
Suddenly, my heartbeat cocooned all the sounds around me and the house became mist. I looked into his black eyes that were simultaneously filled with deep remorse that were longing to find peace and redemption in a chaotic world. His eyes, the way his hand felt as they enveloped my own. Sterling finally trusted me, touched me with a careful grasp to never hurt me. Already making such a sacrifice he loved me more than anything explicable. His being with me meant he was exposing his secret to the world. That's when I knew what must be done to protect him. So, I walked away from the only life I've ever known, in order to embrace the life I've always wanted.
