I just felt like writting something like that. I think it will be a little bit angsty. I'm sorry about that but I really want it to be a story which is real as much as possible, and we all know that loving someone isn't just roses. What I can promise is I'm not planing to kill anyone, or separate for ages. Well I like happy endings after all. I don't know yet how long it will be. I don't want to make it to long.

Also you should be warned this is MALExMALE story. So if you don't like don't read. I don't know if there will be something graphic, so I didn't rate it for now.

English is no my first language, so if there is somewhere a good soul which would like to help me and be my beta I would appreciate it.

So, to the story.

Oh, and I would like you to tell me what you think.

Introduction

The room was dark . Gentle night light was shining through the large windows  illuminating scraps of the floor and furniture , creating a mosaic of silver and black . It crept across the oak floor , through white wool carpet. It climbed up on the black coffee table and for a while stopped at a closed bottle of amber liquid, glistening and dancing on its surface joyously , as if it did not care about the atmosphere of the room.

Then it get interested with a man sitting on a couch. It gently put its silver fingers on his chest and face. He lowered his head, and dark strands of his hair fell over his closed eyes. In this soft light man looked very pale, so pale that almost dead . And if not for his slowly rising and falling chest, one could think that he really was dead.

But he was not dead, even though he felt like he was dying. That's what he was, what he has, what he believed in was lost by the decision of one person. All hope for the future was gone. All spoken words, which he believed undoubtedly turned out to be just a bunch of empty words, which were fed to a fool. The only person he really loved stabbed him in the back.

 Lies, lies, lies.

One thing was certain. Andy was gone. And he was not coming back.