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Hawkins Square Park | Sat 3:43 PM
Troy Walsh

The sky was completely white and snow had decided to settle in Hawkins for Christmas Eve, the icy wind howling in Troy's ear. He had decided to go to the park today to think about his life, and reasons why he shouldn't end it. These days he felt so alone, being ok with it at first but then realizing he couldn't live like this. He didn't have a friend or someone in his family he could talk to about how he felt and sometimes he thought he'd be better off dead. Today was one of those days.

So, while everyone else was inside with their families, Troy was sitting on a bench alone...or so he thought. He was too depressed to care about the clicking sound of a camera, or even the footsteps created by the person who approached him. A person who didn't need to see to know who it was.

Isaiah wore a black coat that was a little too big for his body and a pair of glasses, something that Troy noticed was new about his appearance. At this point, Troy was no longer annoyed by his presence anymore, he became the only person outside of his father that Troy talked to on a daily basis. It was no secret that Troy had trust issues, and after Isaiah outed him and tried to blackmail him, it was still hard to trust him. Even if he was trying to make amends.

Troy also struggled with his feelings, but this was nothing new. Sure, he liked all the compliments and thought the guy was cute, but was that all it took to win him over? Could Troy do better? All of this plus the fact that he wasn't in the best mood at the moment caused Troy to start off the conversation a bit snippy, though he didn't mean to be.

"Do you just not have any friends your own age?" He asked while turning his head to look at him with a solemn expression on his face. Isaiah smiled at the question while adjusting his glasses on the bridge of his nose, which Troy thought added to how handsome he already was. Remembering to be sad would be difficult.

"I'm 16, and so are you. So yes I do have friends my own age." He replied very matter-of-factly.

"I don't count."

"But you do admit we are friends at least?"

"Oh shut up." Troy rolled his eyes and Isaiah giggled to himself. He couldn't help but smile at the angelic sound of his voice, it was a little high but still very smooth and relaxing. Now, their knees were touching and feet were pointed towards each other. Both noticed but neither acknowledged, no matter how much Isaiah wanted to.

"How are you 16 though? You got kept back or something?"

"Yeah I did, last year." Isaiah replied, still in the same tone of voice but now shifting his legs uncomfortably. The topic was a bit sensitive for him to discuss, which Troy was unaware of when he pressed for more information.

"Why?" He asked.

"Well um...I-I-I—"

Now he was nervous. He graduated from shifting around to scratching the side of his leg, not out of self harm but as more of a distraction. Troy was already watching him intently, so when he started these rapid motions he couldn't help but ask about it. His sadness gave him no self control and it was strange. He also didn't really feel the need to bite his tongue around Isaiah, which only applied to him.

"Why're you're doing that?"

"Do-Doing what?" He asked while scratching harder and faster. Troy couldn't stand to see it, and abruptly grabbed his hand to make him stop. Isaiah's cheeks heated up from the contact and from being embarrassed by his actions, although he had nothing to be embarrassed about. Troy just wanted to make sure he was ok. He flashed him a comforting smile before Isaiah spoke again.