Life
Trent sat there thinking of his past. A past that made him want to give up his life. A past he was ashamed of. Yet his life did not belong to himself anymore it belonged to Conner McKnight the love of his life.
Conner, another topic entirely to our White Ranger. Brother in arms. Best friend. Lover. And the reason he had a life at all. If it weren't for Conner, Trent would have killed himself long ago. Everyone knew that so they never bothered to break the two up. They just let them live their life.
A life neither of them would have had without the other.
Trent moved slightly as Conner moaned in his sleep and turned to face Trent in his arms, his bare chest shining with sweat.
Yes Trent was glad he had this life.