PROLOGUE
The two men stood together in silence, listening to the sound of the cicadas as they mourned the passing of HIM, always HIM. As the blond boy delicately wiped a tear off of his pale porcelain skin he thought of the happy time they had spent together and he cried a river of tears. It was all his fault the boy had died, if he had been on time to meet him he could have prevented it from happening. No one would ever understand his pain.