I said 'no one has to know what we do', his hands are in my hair, his clothes are in my room, and his voice is a familiar sound, nothing lasts forever.

sub·li·ma·tion : modifying the natural expression of a sexual impulse to one that is socially acceptable

Harry Styles has everything he has ever wanted. His business have had a great success those past few years and he is now one of the most renowned CEO of New York City. But he soon finds that everything is always the same, day after day. Bored, Harry wasn't expecting that his new entertainment would be the little chick with a bun above her head who crosses the hall of his building every afternoon. But when he starts having alarming thoughts about her, it is too late; he feels like he won't be able to leave this little Adele girl alone.

I need peps in my life, I need to find something exciting, something that would make me see colors. I need to find something both beautiful and full of imperfections.

"Is this so wrong that I want to kiss you, Adele?"

"I'm aware of how risky what we intend to do is, but I feel like I just can't help myself."

Then, suddenly, all of those thoughts, all of those laughs, her scent and the traces she may have left on the sheets, disappear and are drowned in the boiling water of the washing machine.

Together, we built an utopian world, a real paradise. Also together, we approached the verge of the precipice, we reached self-destruction.

"What are you doing to me, Adele?"

We keep behind closed doors. Every time I see you, I die a little more. Stolen moments that we steal as the curtain falls, it will never be enough.