🌧️ Rain, Judgment, and an Unexpected Night

Anyone can judge my presence, but judgment alone will never touch my soul.

It was just another rainy Saturday. I wandered into a local bar for coffee and conversation with friends. The air was warm despite the drizzle outside — laughter, stories, and smiles carried us for hours.

At one point, I slipped away to the bathroom. My hands were sticky from the sugar I had been playing with while sipping my coffee, so I washed them first. As the water ran, I noticed Peter, a guy from my neighborhood. He was drunk, careless, and caught in his own strange performance.

He saw me looking and sneered: “What are you watching, you cocksucker? You can’t have my diamond.” His laughter was sharp, ironic, unsettling.

⚡ Confrontation

“I don’t want your thing, man, no worries,” I replied. “Fuck off, faggot,” he shouted as I stepped inside the stall.

I closed the door and lingered longer than I needed, afraid of what might happen outside. Some people don’t understand our choices, and I’ll never understand how they generate so much hate for something that isn’t theirs to carry.

When I finally emerged, Peter was gone. My friends stayed, but I couldn’t. The weight of his words pressed too heavily, so I left.

🌙 The Quiet Night

Outside, evening had already fallen. The moon hung high, silver and serene, and the streets were hushed. I walked slowly, letting the quiet soothe me, reflecting on life until my heartbeat softened.

Near my house, I saw a silhouette. My chest tightened — it was him.

“Don’t be scared,” Peter said. “I just want to say I’m sorry. I didn’t mean what I said before in the bar.” “It’s okay, I don’t mind,” I answered.

Then came the question: “Do you have some time to talk? If you want, we can go to my place.” “Okay, let’s go,” I said, almost as if I had been waiting for him to ask all along.

🔥 Confession and Connection

At his place, Peter confessed he had been living in the closet, unable to bear it any longer. I understood. We shared drinks, and then we shared his bed.

It was intense, tender, unforgettable.

That day, I had only gone out for coffee and conversation. Instead, I returned home with memories sweet enough to last a lifetime.