Norwin sat on his bed staring at his hands. Their ruff callused appearance tells of his work as a factor machine worker for nearly thirteen years. His heavy workman boots blur in the background of his fixation on his hands.

“What are you doing?”

Glancing up he spots his boyfriend, Nikole, standing in the doorway. His expensive tailored suite lashes at his sense of manliness. He could never afford something like that. Glancing around his surroundings he knows this isn’t for him. None of this is.

“We need to talk.”

Nikole does nothing nor does the other man move. “What about if you don’t mind me asking?”

Sighing he lets out a shaky breath. I can’t do this anymore.