"Everything was too white, and they seemed to repeat themselves as he drove the car home. The roads were white and the sidewalk did not seemed to exist at all. The hills and the patches of land were all white and they barely had any beauty to them. Everything was too white, the man I met, the air I breathed and my hand." After years of correspondence with his German lover, Adrian had decided to embark on this solitary voyage to unite with his partner. While everything seemed too foreign, too different and too unusual for Adrian, little did he realized that his lover kept a darker secret which left him to be in a loss for words.