Adam walked along the cold ghetto streets of Florida a deep sigh escaping his mouth as he kicked a rock with his feet, he wanted to cry, he wanted to cry so badly because of what he'd seen what she'd done, his loving wife Alesha had just told him that their baby wasn't theirs at all for she had cheated on him with a older man call Eric and that it was his child. He sniffed in defeat as a tear rushed down his red face and quickly desposed of it with a single swipe of his arm, his attention was then drawn to a small group of buffed men cackling as the climed into a white van holding crowbar, baseball bats and one holding a small pistol, Adam froze and hid behind the building wall next to him until he heard the rumbling sound of the engine disappear to wherever they were going, he sighed and carried on walking when he heard loud wheezing coming from the alleyway where the buffs came from, he looked deep into the shadows and saw a boy choking on blood and seemed to be trying to grab his bag, Adam ran to the abused boy and leaned beside him laying his bleeding head on his knee and passed out, Adam tried shaking the boy awake but he was in a deep concussion, he picked the younger male up bridal style and took him to a hospital that was only a few minutes away.
After the stranger he had saved was clean, he was able to see him but when he entered the room he knew exactly who he was. Mitchell Hughes. The love of his life who he had killed himself, well that's what he's been thinking over the past five years and he was told by his family and friends, what was left of them that is. He swallowed the lump in his dry throat and walked beside the barely breathing Canadian gasping slightly as he saw red scars lineing his arms, but they were old, then he remembered that day and what he had said,no, screamed, even laughed in pure insanity.
He smiled as Mitch's dusty amber eyes slowly freaked open and looked around the room until his eyes landed on him, he saw Mitch stop breathing for a few seconds and a hitched breath escaped his lips.
"Hello Mitch" He said, a shy smile on his face.
"Adam, did you ... help me?" Mitch asked his voice slightly shakey as he stared into his dark yet bright eyes.
"yer, I did"
"why? I'd thought that you'd hate me for doing that to you back then"
Silence
"well, because I still love you"
