I smiled and flopped back on his bed, feeling like a newbie, I hadn’t needed an invitation into a man’s bed in a long time.

His warmth spread around us and my skin tingled.

“I’m Helena,” I said. My small voice filled up his empty, stark white room.

“I know,” he said, “Are you a fan of My Chemical Romance?”

“Who? Erm. Your what…?”

He twisted his head to stare at me. “What about From First to Last? Underoath? Cute is What We Aim For? Rocket to the Moon?” he listed off, practically counting on his fingers.

“No,” I squeaked, hoping I didn’t sound like a complete idiot.

“Ah, Christ. Well, then prepare yourself because you, my friend, are about to be reborn.” He stood up and slid over to his laptop.

“Should I be afraid?” I asked, the butterflies in my stomach suddenly turning into firebreathing dragons.

He scunched up his face and then turned on the sound.

“Lonnnng ago, just like a hearse you die to get in again, we are so far from you..” A voice crooned, half whispering.