While Ross was waking up, stretching his sleep stiffened limbs, Sin was in a girls apartment, getting his face painted. While Ross's hands encountered a piece of solitary paper instead of his boyfriend, Sin was having the sleeves of his shirt ripped off. While Ross was poring over every word of the note, Sin was boarding a train that would take him miles upon miles away from Ross. When the first waves of desolation began to set in for Ross, Sin was on top of the world.

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Ross leapt from his bed, calling everyone who might have an idea where Sin was. It was only when he found Sin's phone on the nightstand, with two missed calls from Garrett, that Ross knew exactly who to talk to.

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Sin's fears were lost among the pounding music. His thought sequences became the rush of the crowd. The energy was explosive and euphoria ripped through him. He checked his watch. There were 20 minutes left. A flutter of anticipation bum rushed his heart but he dismissed it with a calming breath.

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Ross couldn't breathe. The train was killing his sanity slowly. He hated the huge crowd, the lack of breathing space, and the flashbacks it triggered. He checked his watch, his heart clamoring against his ribcage. He had exactly 12 minutes.

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Sin stepped onto the stage, eying the armed guards and the half naked women the police couldn't keep their eyes off of. A smattering of applause welcomed him and he couldn't help but subconsciously search for the one face he knew wasn't coming tonight. Garrett gave him the thumbs up that the recording had begun, and Sin began to speak.

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Ross came stumbling off the train, searching around. He had figured he'd need directions yet the crowd told him exactly which direction to head in. He was out of time, and miles away.

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"Good evening, everyone. Thank you all for coming. We are here on behalf of the patriarchy, the politicians who think they can berate us." Cheers surrounded and people lifted "DEFEAT THE PATRIARCHY" signs. It was a play on the mayor's wife's name, Patrice, who had signed off on the bill.

"Everyone deserves to experience their definition of love, despite what the government or what society tells them. Every single person deserves to be free and to practice their OWN ideas on love."

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Ross was nearing a large town square, the voice radiating from hundreds of speakers one he'd heard thousands of times. It was a voice that had lulled him to sleep, brought him to new highs, and eased him away from his lowest points. Ross was pushing through the crowd, focusing on the voice that promised him everything.

"I personally am here on behalf of the man who gave up everything for me. He have up his family, his house, his public image and his sanity to be with me. He taught me what true love was. He taught me the purpose of existing. That purpose is to ignite hope in others. That purpose is to free the oppressed, to inspire the defeated, to spread freedom where it belongs: everywhere."

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"I would undoubtedly lay my life down for the man I love, just as I'd lay my life down in order to have this bill passed." Sin could see Garrett visibly paling at his words. Sin quickly looked away from him, knowing he'd lose his resolve. He focused on a blond head shoving their way through the crowd. It reminded him of the reason he was here, even if the real reason was sitting safely in their shared apartment miles upon miles away.

"I'm prepared to show these lawmakers we mean business, and if that means I'm the cost, I'm ready to pay that debt."

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"Alright, lover boy, the debt collectors have arrived," a voice murmured to the right of Ross. He was turning to yell an insult at the rude man but what he saw instead was a raised automatic rifle aimed at the man he loved.

"SIN!" He screamed, but his voice was drowned out over the crowd.

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Sin paled as he saw what was about to happen, but he didn't cower. He'd known about this all along and he swallowed away his fears.

"We are here today, to show that TRUE LOVE is NOT a SIN!" He lifted his arms, showing those exact words written in black smudge paint across the insides of his biceps. At that exact moment, the confetti canons blasted, and three shots were fired. At first, the crowd had yet to notice due to the roar of the canons. Yet screams erupted as Sin crumpled to the ground.

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