the video is the song i was listening to while writing this/literally any angst i write. This song is my angst song. I know it doesnt sound that sad but it gives me bad emotions and i LOVE THAT SONG SO MUCHalso the title is another song i listen to when i need feelings

the picture is just to make you (me) feel better bc this might be slight angst. Im a lil too tired/jittery to judge angst levels rn ill do it in the morning on my way o school but not at school bc my art teacher is a dick >:0
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"The wind feels nice today," Tyler says quietly. He's laying down on a bench, his head in Brock's lap. Brock glances down at him, a smile forming at the sight of Tyler resting peacefully. "It makes me sleepy, actually."

"You're always sleepy," Brock laughs quietly. He looks up at the starry sky and sighs, feeling rather content. "Man," he says, voice full of wonder, "Can you believe it? It's summertime.... Just a few more months and then it'll be winter again. That.. That makes it two years since we've met." Tyler nods, not a word being said. Brock knows he's not one for talking all the time, and he takes the nod as a sign to continue. "We've been through a lot, don't you think Tyler?"

"Yeah," Tyler mumbles. "We have."

Though Tyler's facial expression remains the same, Brock can tell by his voice that Tyler knows exactly what he's referring to. They met under some harsh conditions, so to speak. Tyler wasn't doing too well back then, but....

"It's over now. He's gone, Tyler. We're okay. You're okay, Tyler." Brock reaches down and grabs onto Tyler's hand and squeezes it tightly. He offers a reassuring smile in hopes that it will calm Tyler.

He knows what Tyler's thinking of, and he also knows that there's no need to think of it right now. The past is the past. It's over, and there isn't anything they can do about it. It's over, and there's no need to worry about it.

Tyler looks up at him. Brock can see the hesitancy in his eyes, worried glint standing out from icy blue. He offers another smile as an attempt to ease his worries, and tightens his grip on Tyler's hand. Tyler just frowns and asks, "Is it really gone if I can't stop thinking about it?"

This makes Brock think. He looks up at the sky in thought, his free hand mindlessly running though Tyler's hair. "I... I think it doesn't matter," Brock finally says. "It's done. Just another memory for us to look back on like all the others. The good and the bad, you know? Thinking about it won't bring it back. It just reminds us of a different time."

Another moment of silence. The wind blows past them again, and Tyler is playing with the necklace Brock has around his neck. He can feel the small owl charm at the bottom being pulled on, and chuckles quietly at Tyler's actions.

"I miss Evan," comes Tyler's voice, much quieter than before. "I think it was fucking stupid, how he had to leave..."

Brock feels a wave of regret hit him like a pile of bricks. They hadn't spoken about Evan in a while. It had been, what,  five months now? After Evan died, Brock and Tyler had made a promise to each other. They were gonna pack up the moment they graduated and get the hell out of this crappy town. Away from the bullying and the beatings, away from criticising parents and careless teachers. Away from the hate, and into a world where they could love.

"Evan would be happy for us," Brock states. "He would've wanted us to go."

Tyler sighs. "I wanted him to come with us. Was that too much to fucking ask?" Through the frustration in his voice, Brock knows he's still as upset as he was when it first happened. Brock's sad too.

"I know you loved him," Brock whispers. "We both did. But... There wasn't anything we could do. We did everything we could, Tyler."

"I could've protected him," Tyler chokes out, tears rolling down his face. "I could've."

"You did," Brock insists. "You protected him from everything you could. You can't protect someone from themselves, Tyler."

Tyler is silent. Brock doesn't blame him. He's just as sad and regretful as Tyler is. But... They did it, didn't they? They got out of their crappy town. They're far away from all those bad memories, sitting in a park just after sunset. For two guys who have only known each other for a couple years, they've grown awfully close. Brock really can't imagine life without Tyler.

He might be some 6'5 giant of a man, but deep down, Tyler is a huge softie. He's not a monster like everyone makes him out to be, and maybe that's why he , Brock and Evan grew so close. Three lonely boys brought together by their own misery made a promise to stick together.

"We did it," Brock says. He's still in disbelief that they got out of that place. "We're gonna do this, Tyler."

Tyler nods. He smiles at Brock for the first time since they got to the park. "Yeah. Me... Me and you. Those fuckers thought we wouldn't make it," he laughs wryly. "Look at us now."