James didn’t know how long he could keep living like this. His life was like a train barreling down the tracks. Maybe that’s why he always found himself at the old railroad tracks when things seemed to be at their worst, it was the only place he felt at home.

Currently, that’s where he found himself. His frozen form curled up in the field using a small backpack filled with a few wrinkled clothing items and his favorite picture of him and Anon, as a pillow.

His slender, freezing hands brush the debris and mud from his t-shirt as he sits in the straw grass. It’d been so damn cold during the night- but it wasn’t his first time sleeping out in a field somewhere to escape home.

Watching Anon approach down the railroad tracks filled his chest with a spark of warmth.

It’d been so long since he’d physically shed a tear, he wondered if he would now. He could feel the painfully tight squeezing of his chest as Anon sat beside him, his hand making the first move of tentatively reaching over and enveloping theirs. He’d always pictured them together, forever.

He had to do this, he had to face them and tell them goodbye. He knew that for certain. If he’d ever learned any sense of the word ‘love’, it was Anon.

“I gotta go.” James mutters slightly raspy. “Just trust me… you’ll be fine.”