𝒟𝒶𝓎 1- 𝐼 𝓀𝓃𝑜𝓌 𝒽𝑒 𝑒𝓍𝒾𝓈𝓉𝓈. 𝐻𝑒 𝒸𝒶𝓃'𝓉 𝒩𝒪𝒯 𝑒𝓍𝒾𝓈𝓉. 𝒯𝒽𝒶𝓉'𝓈 𝒾𝓂𝓅𝑜𝓈𝓈𝒾𝒷𝓁𝑒. 𝐼 𝓌𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹𝓃'𝓉 𝒷𝑒 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓈𝑒 𝒹𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂𝓈 𝒾𝒻 𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝑜𝓃𝓁𝓎 𝒶 𝒽𝒶𝓁𝓁𝓊𝒸𝒾𝓃𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃. 𝒯𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒'𝓈 𝑜𝓃𝓁𝓎 𝓉𝓌𝑜 𝓅𝓇𝑜𝒷𝓁𝑒𝓂𝓈... 𝒪𝓃𝑒) 𝒾 𝒹𝑜𝓃'𝓉 𝓀𝓃𝑜𝓌 𝓌𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝒽𝑒 𝒾𝓈 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝓌𝑜) 𝐼 𝑜𝓃𝓁𝓎 𝓀𝓃𝑜𝓌 𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒽𝑒 𝓁𝑜𝑜𝓀𝑒𝒹 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝒾𝓃 𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓅𝒶𝓈𝓉 𝓁𝒾𝒻𝑒 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒶𝓈 𝒶 𝒷𝒶𝒷𝓎. 𝒜𝓃𝒹 𝓃𝑜𝓌 𝒽𝑒'𝓈 19. 𝒮𝓂𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓅𝓇𝑜𝒷𝓁𝑒𝓂𝓈. 𝐵𝓊𝓉 𝐼'𝓂 𝑔𝑜𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝑜 𝓁𝑜𝑜𝓀 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝒽𝒾𝓂. 𝒩𝑜 𝓂𝒶𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉. + 𝒟𝒶𝓎 2- 𝑜𝓀𝒶𝓎. 𝐼 𝑔𝑜𝓉 𝓉𝑜 𝑀𝒶𝒾𝓃𝑒. 𝐼 𝓀𝓃𝑜𝓌 𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝒷𝑜𝓇𝓃 𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝒷𝑒𝒸𝒶𝓊𝓈𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓁𝒾𝒞𝑒𝓃𝓈𝑒 𝓅𝓁𝒶𝓉𝑒 𝑜𝓃 𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝑜𝓁𝒹 𝒸𝒶𝓇. 𝐼 𝒷𝑒𝓁𝒾𝓋𝑒 𝒽𝑒 𝓁𝒾𝓋𝑒𝓈 𝒸𝓁𝑜𝓈𝑒, 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝐼𝓂 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝓈𝓊𝓇𝑒. 𝐼'𝓁𝓁 𝓀𝑒𝑒𝓅 𝓈𝑒𝒶𝓇𝒸𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔. + 𝒟𝒶𝓎 12- 𝑜𝓀𝒶𝓎. 𝒮𝓉𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒𝓃'𝓉 𝒻𝑜𝓊𝓃𝒹 𝒽𝒾𝓂. 𝐼𝓉'𝓈 𝑔𝑜𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝑜 𝒷𝑒 𝒻𝒾𝓃𝑒. 𝒪𝒻 𝒸𝑜𝓊𝓇𝓈𝑒 𝐼 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒𝓃'𝓉 𝒻𝑜𝓊𝓃𝒹 𝒽𝒾𝓂, 𝐼 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒𝓃'𝓉 𝒷𝑒𝑒𝓃 𝓈𝑒𝒶𝓇𝒸𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓁𝑜𝓃𝑔. 𝒜𝓉 𝓁𝑒𝒶𝓈𝓉 𝓃𝑜𝓌 𝐼 𝓀𝓃𝑜𝓌 𝒽𝑒'𝓈 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝒾𝓃 𝑀𝒶𝒾𝓃𝑒. 𝒯𝒽𝑒𝓎 𝓂𝑜𝓋𝑒𝒹 𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝓌𝒽𝑒𝓃 𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝒶𝒷𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝓈𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓃. 𝐼 𝒽𝑜𝓅𝑒 𝓂𝓎 𝓃𝑒𝓍𝓉 𝒹𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂 𝓉𝑒𝓁𝓁𝓈 𝓂𝑒 𝓌𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝒽𝑒 𝒾𝓈 𝓃𝑜𝓌. + 𝒟𝒶𝓎 35- 𝐼'𝓂 𝒾𝓃 𝑅𝒽𝑜𝒹𝑒 𝐼𝓈𝓁𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓃𝑜𝓌. 𝐻𝑒'𝓈 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒. 𝐹𝒾𝑔𝓊𝓇𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓃𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝐼 𝒶𝓇𝓇𝒾𝓋𝑒𝒹. + 𝒟𝒶𝓎 50-𝒸𝓊𝓇𝓇𝑒𝓃𝓉𝓁𝓎 𝒽𝑒𝒶𝒹𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝑜 𝒩𝑒𝓌 𝒴𝑜𝓇𝓀. 𝒮𝑒𝒸𝓊𝓇𝒾𝓉𝓎 𝒸𝒶𝓁𝓁𝑒𝒹 𝓂𝑒 𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓇 '𝒸𝒶𝓊𝓈𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝓂𝓎 𝒸𝓇𝓊𝓉𝒸𝒽. 𝒫𝒶𝓉𝓉𝑒𝒹 𝒹𝑜𝓌𝓃 𝒶 𝒹𝒾𝓈𝒶𝒷𝓁𝑒𝒹 𝓀𝒾𝒹 𝒷𝑒𝒸𝒶𝓊𝓈𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝒹𝒾𝓈𝒶𝒷𝒾𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓎. 𝐼 𝒽𝒶𝓉𝑒 𝒶𝒾𝓇𝓅𝑜𝓇𝓉𝓈. + 𝒟𝒶𝓎 62-𝑀𝓎 𝓁𝒶𝓈𝓉 𝒹𝒶𝓎 𝒾𝓃 𝒩𝒴𝒞. 𝐼 𝒹𝑜𝓃'𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝓀 𝒽𝑒'𝓈 𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒. 𝒢𝑜𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝑜 𝓉𝒶𝓀𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒷𝓊𝓈 𝓉𝑜 𝒜𝓁𝒷𝒶𝓃𝓎. The boy waited for the bus to come. He had his duffle bag in one hand and his crutch in the other. He closed his journal just as the bus had arrived. He looked at the star ingraving on his wrist and limped into the subway. He noticed another boy with many scars. Unfortunately, he had brown hair, instead of blond. So it couldn't have been the boy from his dreams. But he did have blue eyes. They stood out. The brunette boy offered his seat and revealed the scars on his arm. After a quick glance the other boy took the offered seat; however just before he had sat down he had realized. The boy took the stranger's arm and softly touched the scar on his wrist, a star. "I have that, too."

A few months passed in what felt like weeks, and the boys were no where closer to figuring out why the scars appeared. Tyler had gotten to know the girl, her name is Daniella, but if anyone called her that she get 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘳𝘺. Instead the boys called her Dani. Now they where at her house. Tyler ended up finding an apartment, but not only was in the cheapest he could find, it was tiny. It only had a bed and bath, so he had to go to the cafe if he wanted to eat. Instead, they always went to Dani's place. Her parents where great, and the food they made was even more so. Her mom worked from home, and her dad was barely there. He had to travel for his job, but he tries to come back at least every other weekend. Tyler couldn't help but feel a little hurt in his gut when they talked. You could tell they've known each other for a while before Tyler came into the picture. That day, Ryan had to go back to the cafe for an extra shift. Tyler and Dani where left alone. For some reason, Dani was staring at the boy. "You like him." she said matter-of-factly "What?! No!" She stared at him, finally breaking the boy, "Is that... Okay?" "Oh, I don't care if you like guys. That's not my problem-" "No-no. Like, aren't you guys..." he made a few senseless gestures. "Oh! Heck no!" she laughed, it sounding a bit menacingly, "why would you think that?" He explained what he heard and saw the first day they met, "Heh. The kiss on cheek is more of s friendly thing. And honestly, I'm surprised he hasn't called you babe. He calls everyone that. He, like, zesty as heck." "What?" "He likes men." Tyler was silent. He didn't know why. It's not like that should change anything. "That sounds like a good place to stop. I have to go help my mom cook dinner, anyway. See 'ya!" "Wait-" but she had already started walking to the kitchen. Tyler grabbed his crutch and started walking to his own crappy apartment.

𝓓𝓪𝔂 𝓸𝓷𝓮: 𝓸𝓷𝓮 𝓼𝓬𝓪𝓻, 𝓸𝓷 𝓶𝔂 𝓬𝓱𝓮𝓼𝓽. 𝓘 𝓭𝓸𝓷'𝓽 𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀 𝓱𝓸𝔀 𝓲𝓽 𝓰𝓸𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮. - 𝓓𝓪𝔂 𝓽𝔀𝓸: 𝓪𝓷𝓸𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓸𝓷𝓮. 𝓞𝓷 𝓶𝔂 𝓼𝓱𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓭𝓮𝓻 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮. 𝓘𝓽 𝓶𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝓱𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓫𝓮𝓮𝓷 𝓯𝓻𝓸𝓶 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓯𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝔂𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓭𝓪𝔂... 𝓑𝓾𝓽 𝓘 𝓭𝓲𝓭𝓷'𝓽 𝓼𝓮𝓮 𝓪𝓷𝔂 𝓫𝓵𝓸𝓸𝓭. 𝓐𝓷𝓭 𝓲𝓽'𝓼 𝓽𝓸𝓸 𝓫𝓲𝓰 𝓽𝓸 𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓵 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓯𝓪𝓼𝓽. - 𝓓𝓪𝔂 𝓽𝓮𝓷: 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓸𝓷𝓮 𝓲𝓼 𝓬𝓲𝓻𝓬𝓵𝓮 𝓼𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓮𝓭. 𝓘𝓽 𝓪𝓵𝓼𝓸 𝓪𝓹𝓹𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓼 𝓸𝓷 𝓶𝔂 𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓶𝓪𝓬𝓱 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓻𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝓪𝓬𝓻𝓸𝓼𝓼 𝓸𝓷 𝓶𝔂 𝓫𝓪𝓬𝓴. - 𝓓𝓪𝔂 𝓽𝔀𝓮𝓷𝓽𝔂 𝓼𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓷: 𝓪𝓻𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓭 𝓶𝔂 𝓷𝓮𝓬𝓴. 𝓛𝓸𝓸𝓴𝓼 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝓻𝓸𝓹𝓮 𝓫𝓾𝓻𝓷. - 𝓓𝓪𝔂 𝓮𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽𝔂 𝓽𝓱𝓻𝓮𝓮: 𝓼𝓬𝓪𝓻 𝓪𝓬𝓻𝓸𝓼𝓼 𝓶𝔂 𝓵𝓮𝓯𝓽 𝓮𝔂𝓮. 𝓘𝓽 𝓭𝓸𝓮𝓼𝓷'𝓽 𝓱𝓾𝓻𝓽. 𝓐𝓵𝓼𝓸 𝓘'𝓶 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓫𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓭. 𝓐𝓷𝓭 𝓘 𝓼𝓴𝓲𝓹𝓹𝓮𝓭 𝔂𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓭𝓪𝔂, 𝓘 𝓰𝓸𝓽 𝓪 𝓼𝓬𝓪𝓻 𝔀𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓶𝔂 𝓮𝓪𝓻 𝓶𝓮𝓮𝓽𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓲𝓭𝓮 𝓸𝓯 𝓶𝔂 𝓯𝓪𝓬𝓮. He was on the bus today, writing down the new scar in his notebook; a star shaped injury on his wrist. He had, at this point, expected and was Unsurprised when a new scar appeared. It was normal now. The boy sat down in an empty seat once the doors closed. As he waited, he stared at the star on his wrist. This scar confused him. Why would a star shaped scar appear? Why such a precise doodle engraved on his skin? The train stopped at a station and kept moving. He didn't notice, until he looked at the map, that he had missed his stop. He didn't make a big deal of it. He could just get off on the next one. But he missed the next one too. He told himself he wouldn't and he still did. He was thinking too much about this scar. He was about to look at the scar again, when he noticed a boy around his age with a limp. He offered the the boy his seat, extending his arm out and displaying the new scar. The stranger hadn't even sat down, when he grabbed the boy’s arm. His sweater sleeve fell down his arms, exposing many, many scars, like his, up and down his arm. He ran his finger along the star shaped scar, showed a scar and showed the boy his own wrist, and stared at him with wide eyes, "I have that, too"

"Wait... So you've been tracking me down because you've had dreams about me? And you knew about Rhode Island?" The boy, who had introduced himself as Ryan, questioned the other boy. "Yup. That's pretty much it. Where are we going?" they were now walking together, though Tyler, the other boy, didn't know where exactly they were headed. "My job. I work at a coffee shop. It's only a few more minutes away." "Are you okay with the dream thing? I want you to know, I wasn't trying to peek into your life. It kinda just happened." "I know. I guess now that you know a bit, there's no points in keeping secrets. My mom and dad wanted to move from Maine, but my mom wanted to live in Rhode Island, because of my grandmother. And my Dad wanted to live in New York. After a lot of fighting, they finally agreed to visit my grandma, but not live with her. But the night we got there, my dad got me in the car, and convinced me my mom would come later. She didn't. You probably saw the part when I got in the car, am I right? " Tyler didn't have anything to say to this. He didn't know how to make him feel better. It may have been to long ago. Still, Tyler embraced the somber boy with pity. Ryan was surprised by the hug. As if it was foreign to him. Finally, they arrived at the coffee shop where Ryan worked. They agreed that Tyler would sit at one of the tables in the corners until Ryan could find someone to take over his shift for a bit. Tyler sat for about thirty minutes, tracing the scars on his arm and thigh. He looked up for a bit to see if Ryan was coming. He was talking to another girl who worked there. Though the coffee shop was quiet, Tyler still had to listen closely if he wanted to hear what they were saying. "Hey, can you cover my shift, so I can talk to him?" "Yeah, no problem!" the girl spoke slightly louder "Thanks, babe." Ryan kissed the girl on the cheek and started walking over to Tyler. And for some reason, Tyler felt a sharp ache in his stomach.