[It’s a few hours after this conversation, about dawn. The camera comes on to reveal a young man, normally polished and collected, sitting at his desk in the middle of a ravaged room. His head is bowed, with one beat up, cut hand covering his face. His other hand, worse if that’s possible, joins it and he just sits there with the camera on for a ( Read more... )

[His mind always wanders a little during the repetitive exercises in ballet class. He has perfect form, so the instructor never speaks to him. He’s just left alone with his thoughts. Today, like every other day, he’s watching Rachel ( Read more... )

[The webcam comes on, already centered on a young man sitting at desk in what looks to be a very expensive home library, complete with an entire wall of books. There’s a plush leather couch and a well-stocked bar behind him, and the sun is shining through the window of the room, perfectly framing his face and his impeccably coifed hair. With a ( Read more... )