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2028.

you know, i was raised to believe that everything about me was unnatural, from the time that i was a little boy - until i was the teenager who ran away from home with one single bag of clothes and not much else.

sitting on the window seat in front of the huge window of the book store, he gazed out at the rainy day unfolding before him. he had his fingers wrapped around the warm chai latte he'd ordered at the counter. he couldn't remember the last time he had really just taken the time to sit and observe others.

he was always so trapped in his own world that he could barely see other people. sometimes he really hated himself for that. superbia. vanity, pure vanity. he knew it was the worst sin, yet he had lived a sinner's life for the majority of the time he had been on this awful earth.

maybe all of the evil that had been done to him were well-deserved punishments for the things he had done - living against nature and tossing away the doctrine with which he had been raised.

kaede brought the cup to his lips and took a careful sip of the nearly scalding hot liquid. closing his eyes, he took a deep breathe and allowed the warmth to spread throughout his body. he needed this. he needed warm arms wrapped around him. he missed the feeling of being held by someone who loved him. he had not been loved in such a long time that he had forgotten what it was like - maybe it was all just some cruel fantasy that he dreamed of time and time again.

the boy's dark brown gaze followed the people outside as they hurried underneath umbrellas, afraid of getting their clothes too wet. what was so wrong with feeling the rain on your skin?

if i were a woman, the way that i loved wouldn't be a sin.

his fingers itched. he set down the cup and pulled one of his legs up to his chest. resting his knee on his chin, he kept his gaze on the people outside.

how could someone love someone like me?