Standing in front of the doors of the building, his hands rested on his hips. His face was inches away from the door. His warm breath lay upon the wooden door as he contemplated his choice.
"All of these places are the same." he would say to himself. "Outcasts who think they belong."
His right hand would reach up, to lightly rest on the door, as if to prevent it from opening outwards. He wasn't going to allow himself to be hit in the face. But he hoped that whatever was on the other side of that door would understand the hardships of the viri.
"All of these places are the same." he would say to himself. "Outcasts who think they belong."
His right hand would reach up, to lightly rest on the door, as if to prevent it from opening outwards. He wasn't going to allow himself to be hit in the face. But he hoped that whatever was on the other side of that door would understand the hardships of the viri.