As my view became clearer, I realized where I was. The dark ebony woodwork on the ceiling embedded with glittery tiles could only be a disastrous architectural choice unique to the one person who slept comfortably in front of me. What took a while to catch my eye was a movement next to the window. Summer had just begun; the light cold wind fluttered the grey curtains. After looking around, I moved closer towards the window only to pass through something that made me feel like being torn apart. I turned around to see the silhouette; a shadow that made its way to the bed. It stood next to the sleeping man; almost like it was hovering over him.

A criminal? A robber? A murderer? A psychopath? A ghost? Why here?

I had so many questions and so little answers. My screams seemed to go unheard and my presence was unnoticed. The shadow pulled back the hood revealing a familiar face, a hint of sadness mixed with the overwhelming desire to destroy whatever was in front of him. That was what I could make out of his expression.

I have to stop him. I have to stop him before he does anything foolish.

I immediately grabbed his hand, only to realize I couldn't touch him. I tried so many times but in vain. I turned around and hit the wall in frustration; the thud echoing through the room. I turned around at the rustling of the duvet.

What have I done? Elias, you should run for the window. Elias you should run!

I pushed him but in vain. Christopher, the man on the bed, sat up.

"I told you not to come here? You're making this difficult for the both of us!" Christopher spoke, a lot calmer than you would expect a person being threatened with a knife to their throat to be.

"You told me everything would be fine. It's not. I have nightmares", Elias said as he buried his face in Christopher's chest.

"Don't worry. I will sort everything out", he replied ruffling his hair.

There's no way Christopher and Elias...

*Knock Knock*

I followed as the two immediately made their way out of the room. Christopher made sure the three doors in the living room were locked and opened the main door.

Christopher was a colleague of mine with an incomprehensible interest in my personal life.

The police officers stepped in, and shoved a warrant in Elias's face.

"You're under arrest on suspicion of murder and kidnapping", the officer said pulling out his handcuffs and walking to Elias.

No, not like this. It isn't over until...

I walked to the door to the basement and with whatever strength I had, I pushed it hard. The lock fell off, alerting the second officer, who held out his gun and rushed to the door. The other followed. I looked at the familiar environment, a faint smell of newly opened paint and grease covered the room. I moved to stand beside the commercial refridgerator in the corner. One of the officers was quick enough to catch up. They threw open the lid, pulling me out. This was why I was here. I have been here for way longer than just a few hours.

Elias was my lover.

"There's no pulse", the officer repeated over his walkie. Christopher had grabbed his hunting rifle from the garage and the officer had acted rather swiftly. He collapsed on the ground. Elias rushed to him. I glanced at the cold body on the floor one last time.

At least I was found.

The ordinary is always undermined; looked down upon or plainly ignored. Where everyone joins the race to be seen; to be heard and to be out there, not just among people, but at the top; I wish to be ordinary. Not just be ordinary but to not be ashamed, not feel less, not be inferior and not be insecure. While walking a path that has the soils of a hundred cities left behind by the shoes that trampled upon this common route. The shoes that walked ahead in uncertainty, the shoes that must have reached somewhere? On a path to nowhere, while being a nobody, I wish to be happy...being ordinary.