@purests
it’s another restless night for troy, but it’s different, this one carries him out past the gates of his mansion and down the the nearby docks. it feels very much like a dream. it seems familiar as he wanders towards the water and hangs his legs off the side staring into the murky water. familiar, all of it seems familiar but it can’t be, he’s never been here before he decides. it reminds him of a dream he once had when he was little.
a small nine year old wandering along the docks and playing on them in the late evenings and early mornings with another young boy. it was just a dream, an imaginary friend. reece he had called him. for of course a boy as isolated as troy would have nothing but an imaginary friend. and he became his best friend, and he had relied on him.
that was before tony told him to snap out of it. he wasn’t real. and troy forgot about him, forced himself to forget about him. and back here it was reminding him of that bittersweet memory which he had seemingly forgotten.
