His hazel eyes seemed to glow with desire as he looked me over. His chestnut hair shimmered and fell just to his shoulders. His beauty was only surpassed by his affection for me. I knew this. He ran his hands over my cheeks as he gently kissed me for the first time.

Laying in his bed, we stared at the imitation starmap he had created. Even though it was only glow-in-the-dark star stickers on construction paper taped onto his ceiling, it was still somehow romantic. There was a pale light of some form radiating from something that to this day I cannot recall. Music was playing in the background, everything from Garbage to Marilyn Manson to Nine Inch Nails. Minutes seemed to drag on into hours yet time was flying by us both. With my head light and my heart open, I finally kissed him.

Before I could realize what was happening, we were entangled in each other's arms. The only thing that made any since was being together right at that moment in time and the only thing that mattered was being as close as possible.

Examining his lean torso, I knew at that moment this was my breaking point. It wasn't about sex. It wasn't about anything reguarding his corporeal demeanor or his verbal precision. It wasn't even anything to do with the stars that we gazed at for so long. It was just about my desperate need to have him completely and fully in any and all means right then.

There was nothing else in the world. Nothing but the sound of two hearts in one form. Feeling his hands upon me and his mouth to mine. Holding on to sanity as he gave me his love. I had nothing left inside of me and now I was completely enveloped by him. My once shattered world was now mended by him.

Maybe I was foolish. And now, as I sit remembering it all, I wonder when those two hearts stopped beating. I lay down on this tainted bed with blood and ashes covering me. I know I cannot survive without him. The end of the beginning is now.