We spend the next hour drinking wine, eating pizza, and laughing at old memories. He gave me a gift. A crystal rose. It's so beautiful, shining in the moonlight. I gave him my present too. I had it for a while, but it never seemed like the right moment. It's a picture. It's from the last party we went to before everything crumbled down around us. It's me and him and our parents. His father hated taking pictures so he only has a few with him. None from right before he died. He confessed to me that sometimes he can't really remember him. He cried when he saw the gift. I cried too. We both miss our parents.
We talked about them for a while. The candlelight gives the night a nostalgic air. But we easily fall into the dark side of it.
We decide to change the subject.
"So you really didn't
