[Sorry it took so long, but I finally got around to writing it. This is basically a part 2 to @lil-danplan-snakeâ fic but from stephens POV]
The Canadian mornings were almost always chilly. It was one of the reasons why Stephen loved them so much. He loved the feeling of the cool air hitting his face as he stepped out into the world.
This morning was no different. As Stephen walked out of his apartment, he began his daily walk. Around the corner, down the street, a left at the intersection, and into the building that held his job. It was a simple walk, not too far, and it always seemed to be the same. But that was one of the reasons he loved it so much. Always the same. A constant in his ever-changing life.
However, today there was something different. Something drastically different. There was another person on his route. A person that he recognized.
As Stephen rounded the corner, he noticed a young man walking towards him. He looked down, not wanting deal with anyone this early in the morning.
He had intended to keep walking, to ignore the man and continue on with his life. But it seamed that life had other plans for him.
âStephen?â He froze. Stephen looked up, hoping that he was merely hearing things, that he hadnât just heard the voice of a friend from his distant past. A friend he had been trying to forget since he moved away. But a quick glance, and all his hopes quickly disappeared. There was no mistaking the young silver haired man standing in front of him. His heart sank. He knew what he had to do.
âHi! Itâs Hosuh. Nice to-â
Stephen shook his head, cutting him off. Â âHow did you know my name?â
His heart began to crack as he watched the realization set in. âWhat do you mean? I-itâs Hosuh, from high school? Remember?â Of course he remembered Hosuh. How could he forget? The two of them had been so close before he was forced to move. Of course, Hosuh didnât know why they had moved. Hell, Stephen had only learned the exact reason a few years ago.
âAs we said, we needed to get you away from that filth. He was clearly corrupting your mind.â
âHe was my best friend! He didnât do anything!â
âYou were starting to act like him. We needed to get you away before you caught whatever it was that corrupted himâ
Stephen stared blankly at the two people in front of him. He refused to call them his parents after what he had just learned.
âYou know that we just want the best for you, and thats why your father and I have made a decision. If we hear that you are speaking to that thing ever again, you know what will happen.â
Stephenâs heart dropped. He knew his parents. These werenât merely empty threats, they intended to follow through.
As Stephen looked at his old friend in front of him, he could feel the spiderwebs of pain infecting his heart.
Still, he forced himself to shrug, and shook his head. âSorry, but no. No idea who you are.â He watched as Hosuhâs eyes began to well up with tears. He hated it. He hated it so much. He hated how much he was clearly hurting him.
âW-we were friends in high-school⊠H-how can you-â He wanted to look away. Look away from the friend who was so clearly in pain. He wanted to reach out his arms and wrap him in a hug, but instead he forced himself to continue.
âPeople change.â He forced himself to sound angry, to sound upset. To sound like his heart wasnât fracturing at that very moment.
âDude, listen! No clue who you are!â He wanted to cry. He wanted to break down and sob. âI donât care if we were friends in high school! You obviously didnât mean much if I donât remember you.â His words couldnât be farther from the truth. Hosuh had meant so much to him. They were so close.
Hosuh began to openly cry. Stephen watched, helpless as tears began to hit the ground. He could feel his spirit fracturing into thousands of pieces, unable to be repaired by time.
âGet lost kidâ He hated himself. He hated what he was forced to do. He hated his parents. He hated the world.
âStephen, I have something to tell youâŠâ His best friends voice was quiet, shameful, but Stephen merely grinned and patted him on the shoulder.
âWhats up? You can tell me anything,â he said, guiding his friend over to a nearby bench.
âI-Iâm biâŠâ Hosuh blurted out, his face turning bright red.
Stephen froze. Keeping an easy smile on his face, he looked down at his friend. Not in disgust, or hatred, but rather, in fear. Not in fear of him, but rather fear for him. Stephens parents were notoriously homophobic, and they were also none to go to extreme measures to guarantee their son stayed away from people that were âinfected,â as they would say.
Still, he wrapped an arm around his best friend, attempting to comfort him during what was clearly an important moment for him.
âThats all right. No big deal, right?â It was a huge deal. Stephen was terrified of what his parents might do to Hosuh if they ever found out.
Hosuh looked up at him. His eyes were full of pain and betrayal and heartbreak. Stephen felt the moment that his own heart finally shattered into dust. With his hands in his pockets, he touched the small pin in the shape of a star, the word âHosuhâ engraved on it. It was a simple pin, but it reminded him of a simpler time. A happier time.
Brushing past the weeping man, Stephen forced himself to walk away. However, before he could stop himself, he turned back one last time.
âHey, Hosuh?â he waited until the silver-haired male looked him in the eyes. Eyes that were just as filled with regret and pain as the ones looking into them. âIâm so sorryâŠâ
And then he turned away. Away from a friend who had meant so much to him. Away from a life so full of laughter and joy. Away from memories of the past.
[dunno why i wrote this, but I did, so enjoy :D]
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