english\\\\ Two boys named Lucifer and Gabriel moved to the next room. The relationships between them was strange. I was surprised by Lucifer's self-indulgent and hedonistic lifestyle. He lived everyday as if there was no tomorrow. It was Gabriel who supported Lucifer's self-defeating life. He started working at a Greek restaurant near the apartment, and he paid the living expenses of him. It just looked to me that Gabriel was being used by Lucifer, but somehow both of them looked happy. Sometimes I heard them giggling each other at night. Their voice gave me tickle sensation and that made me feel happy as well.
Everytime I met Lucifer, he was drunk as hell. He gazed upon me with his indescribable look. His eyes startled me. One day, I happened to ride in the same elevator with Gabriel. "Did you get used to NY?", I asked. He said "NY is the same as where we are from after all. The only difference is that we get to see more ethnic races here." "Why did you come to NY then?" He kept silence. I couldn't say anything anymore. I couldn't tell him that many guys had been visiting Lucifer while he was working. A few months later, Gabriel left the apartment. On that night when I came back to my bedroom, I heard Lucifer sobbing in the next room. I was not sure if that was because he lost Gabriel, or just because he lost someone who loved him. I was not even sure if there was any difference between them in the first place. One month later, Lucifer left the apartment as well.
español\\\\Dos chicos llamados Lucifer y Gabriel se mudaron al cuarto de al lado. La relacion entre ellos era extrania. Me sorprendio el estilo de vida autoindulgente y hedonistico de Lucifer. Vivia cada dia como si el mundo se fuera a acabar maniana. Era Gabriel quien mantenia la vida autodestructiva de Lucifer. Empezo a trabajar en un restaurant griego cerca del piso, y el pagaba sus costos de vida. Para mi simplemente Gabriel estaba siendo usado por Lucifer, pero de alguna manera, ambos se veian felices. A veces los escuchaba reirse tontamente por la noche. Sus voces me daban una sensacion de cosquilleo y eso me hacia feliz tambien.
Todas las veces que me encontraba a Lucifer, el estaba borracho como una cuba. Me lanzaba aquellos ojos de mirada indescriptible. Sus ojos me asustaban. Pasa que un dia me trepo al mismo ascensor con Gabriel. "Did you get used to NY?", le pregunte. El contesto "NY is the same as where we are from after all. The only difference is that we get to see more ethnic races here." "Why did you come to NY then?" El no contesto. No pude decir nada mas. No le pude decir que varios tipos habian estado visitando a Lucifer mientras el estaba trabajando. Pocos meses despues, Gabriel dejo el piso. Esa noche, cuando regrese a mi habitancion, escuche a Lucifer sollozando en el cuarto de al lado. No estaba seguro si eso era porque habia perdido a Gabriel, o porque simplemente habia perdido a alguien que lo amaba. No estaba siquiera seguro si hubo alguna diferencia entre ellos dos primeramente. Un mes despues, Lucifer dejo el apartamento tambien.
