S L O W T O W N

One Half

Nightfall.

When it came, so did the static.

Within the deafening static were muffled screams, ones that would never leave.

Ones from his mother, his father.

They would be the only thing he would hear for years after the incident, though it'd only been months, he knew they would stay for longer.

The one who would block these screams, was no where to be found, as weary feet dragged along cracked pavement, street lights the only source of illumination, lighting up soft brown hair that peeked out under a black hood.

Hands shoved deep within pockets as if within those hands were secrets from the unknown, never to be spilled to another human soul, Tyler couldn't stop his mind racing, a minimal amount of people out tonight on this side of the city, he wanted his lover.

Couples passed now and then the burning hatred for what m they had and what Tyler lost brewed within the pit of his stomach, ready to unleash on the next person to ask 'having a good night?'.

He glided down another gap between the old looking buildings, hot breath clouding around his mouth with every exhale, the chill night air freezing his bones.

The spring would soon be over, and Tyler feared the cold.

As Tyler wanders back to the place where he thought Josh would've escaped to, if he did manage to get away-

No.

Josh got away.

Josh was safe.

Josh was okay.

Tyler let this repeat in his mind over and over, drilling it into his head, convincing himself his lover was definitely okay.

Exiting onto the street once again, unafraid of whoever may be on it, Tyler casually strolls down the street, carefree to who may catch him.

There's a community park, yet another, but smaller, in the middle of the conjoining roads, Tyler absentmindedly heading towards it, completely pitch black with only one broken, flickering light in the middle beside a bench.

Taking a seat, Tyler rests his aching legs, back sore from the amount of lifting and pulling he had been doing.

He stretches, letting all knotted up limbs be lose for a few quick moments, tension in his shoulders depleting as he gives a half hearted massage to himself.

Someone approaches from the direction Tyler had just come.

They glide over, seating themselves beside Tyler, but Tyler doesn't look back.

He only stares, Tyler finally turning to look at the ever familiar face.

"Guess there's one thing I can never run away from," he laughs, BlurryFace just watches, intently staring.

"You'll get that mouth of yours back soon," Tyler sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"What? What don't look at me like that," Tyler sits up, shoulders back. "You sit there as if this is all my fault,"

BlurryFace looks away into the distance, unable to speak yet.

Ruby eyes had reformed, yet to come was that lashing tongue to spit hot coal like words that would bury deep underneath tan skin.

"Yeah that's right shut up, stupid,"

Tyler folds his arms, huffing from the cold and annoyance.