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Chapter 1

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Troye stood with his hands in his pockets, eyes squinted against the sunlight, and looked at the boy who was walking across the street. His heart clenched like it usually did, at the slumped shoulders and tight expression, and his mousy brown hair styled in his usual quiff. Every feature of his face was imprinted into Troye's memory, due to the countless times he had gazed into those sparkling emerald orbs and run his hands over it.

    Troye knew he was staring in a very obvious manner, but he couldn't look away. His hands fisted in his pockets, and it took every amount of will power he possessed to not call out his name. He was an empty shell, he knew, but the mere sight of this boy swirled up hopes he hadn't known existed, and echo mournfully.

    He'll look at me now, Troye thought suddenly, giddiness sweeping through him. He rocked on his toes, knuckles turning white with the grip they had of the railing. In the last ten years, Troye had come to know him like the back of his hand. Heat flooded his cheeks and his heart swelled up, as the boy cast a stiff sideways look. Time seemed to stand still for the mere second their eyes met, and it would seem nothing more than a cursory glance to an idle bystander. Yet, they had an entire conversation.

    'I'm sorry.' His green eyes said. Troye noticed with a pang that they appeared much duller.

    'It's not your fault. How're you doing?'

    'I'm fine.'

     Troye shook his head inwardly at the stubborn streak that persisted, even after everything. 'Bullshit.'

    'I know.' The boy's gaze faltered a little. ' I miss you, and remember, I love you. Forever and always.'

    'I love you too,' Troye screamed with his eyes, clenching his fists tighter in helpless rage that coursed through him like a current. The boy flashed him a swift sad smile and continued walking. Troye's eyes burned with tears, and he felt his knees collapse under him.

    Troye had always been fascinated by the sea. It scared him, yet attracted him at the same time. It was late afternoon, and yet the sun had almost gone down. A strong wind flapped around him, ruffling his curls and resisting his body when he made his way over towards the crashing waves. He looked back at his dad and brother, who smiled encouragingly at him, and walked a few more steps till the frothy water curled around his ankles. He felt the sheer force commanded by the body, and dug his toes in the sand.

    He had insisted on having this little adventure of his own, because he was a big boy of seven. Troye looked back and grinned happily at the proud smiles they gave him. He bent to roll up his jeans, already feeling the hems get soaked with the salty water. When he straightened back up, he saw a brown-haired boy standing across him, his face scrunched up against the strong wind. He looked at Troye and said something.

    'What?' Troye yelled back, but the wind whipped the words from his mouth and stole them. He dug out his feet and began to wade towards the strange boy, who was doing the same. The first thing Troye noticed were his flushed cheeks and brilliant green eyes. He looked to be about his own age, and carried a mischievous aura around him, as if he could switch sugar for salt in your tea, or put toothpaste in your Oreos.

    Troye flashed his natural smile, one that always earned him another one back. After a moment, the boy grinned back. The wind could do nothing much with his close-cropped brown hair, while it seemed to be having the time of its life playing with Troye's curls.