A/N: I'm back! After a long time away from these black keyboards, I have finally sprung up an idea that i had to write. I hope you enjoy. It's a short story about two new characters named Aiden and the main narrorator Demitri. (Slash) enjoy!

Storyteller: Prologue

He would want it this way.

I can’t put it as if it never happened. I will not look away, hide it under the white bed sheets, only to revisit it at night in my dreams.

It’s something I cannot let go. Something everyone, with open ears and open hearts, needs to hear. How that boy struggled with every breath he could. How that boy strained, his heart left broken on the floor. How I was there to help pick up the pieces, watching tear after tear, washing away the dirt and blood, the feelings of shame, the pain he couldn’t escape.

I’m here for one purpose.

I am his storyteller.

Aiden was beautiful. His skin so pale and glossy, so smooth under my fingertips. Holding him close, clutching his frail frame, I could feel the faint heartbeat thumnumping so fast as tears fell. I could smell the lavender in his black hair, tied back messily.

I could taste the saltiness of his kiss, the tears so hot the burned his face.

Aiden and I were in life to conquer and defeat every possible obstacle that tore us down inch by inch.

Our families, the world, always against us.

Against our love.

So I am here today to tell our story.

To tell the world, all those who beat and burned, scorned and hurt, tore and ripped us apart with no promise of escape.

Aiden would have wanted it this way.

I am his storyteller.