People knew that things would turn out bad, and that happened. Minho became homeless and was forced to move with his little brother to a new kind of home to study. But was he able to do that, with all those problems and mistakes surrounding him? And why appeared a wood pigeon, a very rare bird in their country, suddenly on his nightstand at one night?

≈ Teaser ≈

The boy on the bed placed his book down and gaped. Minho, on the other hand, felt his heart beat faster and almost dropped his suitcase from shock. The boy in front of him was in an uniform, that looked a lot like a schooluniform, and had some kind of nerdy attitude with those glasses on. But still, Minho couldn't help himself from admiring the beautiful features of the boy. The pink plump lips, his hair that was as dark as the night, a pale skin and a pair of light brown pupils that gazed dreamily up into Minho's own.

   ≈ B's Note ≈

This is a story I want to post for the people who don't like the hate in the world, the hate for gays in the world and war. Be aware to get to read angsty things or things that could change your mind at looking to life. For what I know, is that everything is written and imagined off by me. If someone else recognizes a bit in his/her own story: I haven't stole anything. Again, this is all written by me.