Aran. 04/89. VLC, Spain. Art history student, music lover, alpha male, worshipper of the killer bunny, perfect impersonator of the grumpy cat, prophet of urban decay and alienation. All I always want is a good story. I always use the queue. This is not a spoiler free blog. At all.
It was easy to forget sometimes, when they were laughing together, or kissing. But then one of them would say something, or do something, and he would suddenly be reminded of the wall between their worlds.