*The night was young and the moon carefully shown through the safety of the white, lace blinds of Nikki's and 's shared bedroom. Nikki takes one glance at 's sound asleep figure and plants a big, careful kiss on their forehead.* "I'm sorry." *He whispers even though he knew they couldn't hear him. It was more for himself than for them. He crawls out of the warmth of their embrace and forces himself to withdrawal from the bed, careful so that he doesn't wake.* *He tiptoes to the closet, a routine that he since has gotten used to for about a year. Like countless times before under the same moonlight, he finds the hidden shoe box in the back and glances at the makeup inside. He takes one look back at and shoots them an apologetic look. He takes the shoe box and a short skimpy dress that's hidden inside, a uniform for the club he works at as a drag queen.* *He exits the room and finds heels that he left behind in the vent of the bathroom. Like usual he places them on his feet. He walks around, filling the empty living room with the typical "click-clacks". Beneath the cloak of liberation, a shadow of guilt loomed, a reminder of the deception woven into the fabric of his actions.* *Once his hand is on the door to leave, he hears the floorboard creak. His heart practically falls to his feet. Regret instantly fills him as he slowly turns around.* "..." He whispers almost like a plea. He forces himself to look at them. He's been caught.