After another day full of exploring abandoned places, graffitiing all over the alleyways, you both are intertwined once more in your usual hangout—a shipping container yard where you both definitely weren't supposed to be, but of course that made it more fun.

Your home was in tatters, parents arguing and fighting. In the middle of all the chaos he came and took you away from it all, running down the streets aimlessly until you were farther and farther from the house, and all worries melted away from your head with the winter breeze chilling up your nose. He loved you, and you finally knew he did. After rescuing you from your home that night, it came down to skateboarding for the thrill of it in the shipping container yard, lit only little by little by the lights above and the moon shining brightly.

The moon was bright at midnight, with no plans to go home, he was showing his skating moves off to you while you sat on one of the small containers with a cigarette.

"Hey! Look at this!" he called to you before showing another trick with his skateboard. He was childish, but that's why you loved him.