The room was quiet. People were waiting for the guest speaker to arrive. It had been ten minutes since the program was to begin, but nothing had happened. Then, a man in a suit and bow tie walked up to the podium. He looked out to the crows. "Hello, I am Vegas Combeferre. I am twenty nine, and this is my story." The tall, buff man with thick rimmed glasses that degraded his masculine appearance said.
He looked ahead of him. Men and women were holding hands. No, not like wife and husband…like wife and wife, and husband and husband. He was at a convention for gays and lesbians. You could say Combeferre was famous. He was married to the country's youngest, most successful boxer in all of France. His name was Julien Enjolras.
"Are there any questions before I begin?" Combeferre asked.
A woman raised her hand in the back. Combeferre pointed to her. The woman stood up, her hand still linked with her wife's. "Is this another, casual love story like most of us have?" She asked. "Like, is it a 'we were rejected by society but we made it work' kind of thing?"
Combeferre pushed his glasses up his nose before looking to a long blond-haired man sitting in the front row. The man smiled.
"No," Combeferre said. This is not. This is something different." He said. "This is a story where a young doctor falls in love with a straight boxer who only considers him as a friend. As time goes on, the boxer falls in love with the doctor, and they get married. But when the boxer begins to have medical problems, the two begin to drift away until finally all hope was lost…"
The crowd sat up, beginning to listen intently. Combeferre made one last look to the blond in the front before saying. "Here we go."