Dear Author, This is how we were last time I saw him. Well, the truly last time I saw him was five minutes later when he was being dragged out of my flat through the broken-in door by armed men. Another one stood by making sure I would not do anything stupid—like try to stop Them. Now I go about my life, keeping my head down. To this day I don’t know what happened. All I know is that at the time he wasn’t confused or surprised—terrified, yes, but not confused. What had he hidden so well from me? And why should I care? We hadn’t dated for even four months before he was gone and with the added threat-veiled-as-advice from Them it should have been awfully easy to forget all about him, right? Photo Description: Two fully dressed young men lie together on a bed as sunlight streams in through a thin, translucent window shade. One has blond hair and wears a white short-sleeve shirt; he is on his back, head turned away to the left to face his companion. The smaller dark-haired young man, wearing a red-striped shirt, is on his right side, eyes closed, his left arm flung over the waist of the blond man. Both seem at peace. This story was written as a part of the M/M Romance Group's "Love is an Open Road" event. Group members were asked to write a story prompt inspired by a photo of their choice. Authors of the group selected a photo and prompt that spoke to them and wrote a short story. This story may contain sexually explicit content and is intended for adult readers. It may contain content that is disagreeable or distressing to some readers. The M/M Romance Group strongly recommends that each reader review the General Information section before each story for story tags as well as for content warnings.