A Thomas of approximately 7 years was seen walking through the large garden of his mansion, this contact with a large space and flowers of all kinds. Thomas liked to visit the garden at night when the housewife had not seen anything, his mother was lying with some man there and his father still buried underground did not judge him.

He liked to swing on the branches of a large old tree while watching the moon and also a mysterious window in a corner of the mansion, his mother told him that there was only a lot of dust there and that would not happen, but the smell of rotten and Mysterious marks of red hands have not thought of such calm things. Like the roses, the roses liked it. He liked it when he came down from that branch and only approached a bush no matter that his little fingers get hurt by the thorns of those elegant flowers. He liked to watch them for a long while as he felt the wind of the night piercing his bones.

He liked to watch the roses because that made him not look at the window, he liked not to look there since he gave the turn to that child who looked at him from the window, feeling a look on his back and knowing that

hell would not end soon.

That day on January 27, Thomas's mother was dragging the child down the stairs to the room, she was furious. She was in her room, with one more man, but to her surprise the man decided to reject her sensual offer what she did in Mrs. Lee's eye, but also made her look at the window of her room as the man went by the garden, that garden where he had seen Thomas , who was supposed to be sleeping and dreaming of the little angels as he was.

His mother came down and thus ended up taking down the stairs of the place to the room of the child, giving him a few blows and scolding before leaving him in his bed.

-What rebellious son me ... Will I tell you a story ok? Once upon a time there was a child, an angel rather. That angel says that in the morning when the sun reigned above all, He went running and playing in the park while humming with a beautiful and delicate voice, people loved him, but people did not know him, he did not know his soul.That angel to arrive at night would fade, just lay down and think negative things of grayish color, making him unable to sleep Sad right? One day a demon came to the house of that angel, hiding under his bed and just waiting for the right moment, one night the angel disappeared, only his body was walking around, without essence and his gaze was no longer the same, his eyes were black, he didn't have them anymore.

That demon had taken care of stealing everything he had, that demon was locked on top of a tower and only fed on the body of his victims filling the wallsof that tower of a blood red.

That angel went back to sleep early, really, he went back to sleep forever, that's the end.

Now do you understand Thomas? Sleep, sleep because you don't know when you won't wake up. Sleep because you don't know when your soul will go, sleep because you don't know when someone will steal your eyes. Sleep because the night is short and true, and then the sun will rise and you can be yours again. Rest, son. And so he closed the door and Thomas just closed his eyes fell asleep, fell asleep with so much fear that he does not know how it happened, he fell asleep covering his eyes while crying that he thought the moon had heard him, he fell asleep.

Both Lee Thomas , 18 years old. In the garden looking at the roses as he used to do 11 years ago, as he used to do the day his mother passed away by saying words of more. Lee Thomas , sitting on a tree branch looking at the moon. Lee Thomas, sitting on the dry grass looking at a window, a window full of dust, a window that made his bones tremble. Lee Thomas , looking at the roses and feeling two cat eyes behind him.

Lee Thomas just went to sleep that night, first greeting his maid and giving him the little pay every day.

His room was dark only being illuminated by the brightness of the moon. Lying down looking at the ceiling without being able to sleep, remembering that story that his mother had told him a while ago, just waiting to fall asleep or someone taking his soul, anyway it is not as if he cared. And so it was, in a moment he only felt a great cold seize his body, and his hands turned cold and white like snow, he knew what was coming.

His lips turned red like an apple while his throat burned like fire when he couldn't scream or move.

He felt cold hands caressing or rather rubbing with his legs, then those caresses become almost scratches, making Thomas tremble. He felt when a presence landed in front of him, he felt when that body had been placed in front of him, even if he hadn't looked at him.

He felt the clock set at twelve o'clock at night, and he felt his soul being ripped out in that same starlight. He opened his eyes, and there he was, who had been watching him behind a window, now he was looking straight ahead, piercing his whole being with his gaze. Thomas just looked at that boy with pale skin and dark hair while he felt his heart being ripped out and put into what appeared to be fire, at least he felt that way. They looked at each other, looked at each other for minutes and even hours, they didn't know when they were shortening the distance between them, they didn't know.

Much less did they know when they were kissing with lust above that bed. They did not know when they were making love and touching their bodies as delicately as if they were going to break. They did not know when the two embraced fell while they cried, because they had each other, because they were the only thing in that lonely room, because they knew that all that was forbidden. Their souls had connected through looks behind roses and windows at night. Because his eyes were captured behind a horror story. I don't know how much they needed the essence of the other to survive, how much they needed those "encounters" in the garden at night, just feeling each other's eyes and soul for hours, without the need for closeness or words to communicate, because they already felt close and more connected than ever.

They cried because they loved each other, they cried because that angel of the sun and that demon at midnight knew that darkness needed the light, that goodness needed evil to be. They cried because they had each other and were finally complete. They cried because their souls were uprooted by themselves, announcing their own death when the sun rose. But they had.

They had.

The End