The room where you held my face in your hands. The room you ran back to, emergency Advil in hand and an I-told-you-so smile on your face. The chair where I practiced mini surgery on myself for the first time. The room where you clutched at me like a life raft. The bed where I found you with another boy. Hands trailing down and mouths open and smiling. The bed where you brushed my hands away and said things had changed beyond repair.