The boy's room is a sanctuary of youth, filled with the ephemera of his short life. He lies on his bed, the sheets rumpled from restless nights, and begins to touch himself. His eyes flutter closed, imagining the hands on his body belong to someone else, someone who understands the urgent need that courses through his veins. His movements become more insistent, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he chases the high only he can give himself.