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The first person you remember is a young boy with messy black hair - you want to run your fingers through those locks, they look so soft and no you know they are soft because you know that you've done exactly what you want to do before but what you don't know is how you know what you know - and bright, bright blue eyes. They're wide and shimmer with emotions: you've seen tears swirl in their depths, rage burst through his gaze like fire, determination rush through and harden him so he looks like the hero you always wanted to be, and many others. The ones you remember the most, however, are the times that blue was downcast with nerves, then vibrant with sheer joy, accentuated by the red flush on his cheeks - you think red looks amazing on this boy; red and blue, you and him, meant to be - before your memory flashes to his eyes glazed with want and desire.
"Dave..."
You swear you can hear him sometimes. You swear you've met him, this boy. You swear you loved him and he loved you back and you were together, making promises that you'd never leave each other, but that promise must have been broken by one of you because he's not here now and when you think about this fact, your heart fucking aches.