Redemption

He met her in a brothel.

Only once, he fell in love with that prostitute, inevitably.

One night, he dared ask her out.

In a valley full of stars, he listened to her story, how she ended up in a brothel.

He said he would do everything he could, to give her redemption.

She said she did not need any redemption. Prostitution is her occupation.

He said prostitution was bad. She did not reply.

He said he would be saving some money, to buy her freedom. She said she is free.

He talked about how wonderful her life would be if she could get away with the brothel and live with him. She said that was not my life, just your imagination.

He said he wanted her to marry him. She said he was just a boy.

They had a quarrel.

He was getting mad, every time she had sex with another brothel frequenter. He tried to make her his, but she said nobody could, only money and pleasure matter, it is the rule of the brothel.

He wasted all his money on her, nothing had changed.

After witnessing her having sex with a new client, whom she claimed to be amazing. He killed her, with his bare hands, and choked her to death. When he woke up in a dream, he cried like a baby.

He went to another country and changed his name. He became a male prostitute. Every time he provided service, he could still recall her face.

If I cannot own you, at least I can become you, he thought. 

Soon after, he found himself in contact with a horrible STD.

A year later, at the moment before he died, he saw his redemption, vaguely.