you and taron had been best friends since you were 8 and he was 11. He'd found you in his tiny Welsh town, Llanfair in Aberystwyth, sitting on the curb of what seemed to be your house, all lonely and cold.

He was kind that day, as he invited you to come home with him, and Taron's been kind ever since. Throughout your years with him, you've had serious troubles, especially with your family. Absent dad, strung out mother, no other family to go to, it was no wonder you ended up in foster care, leading you to Taron.

He was an angel, Taron knew you better than you knew yourself sometimes, and he was your vice, the person you go to when things get too much. As always, he's there, ready to hold you and be your light. You didn't deserve him, but here he was.

One day, you enter his house. His mum, Christine, tells you Taron's upstairs in his room, so you go. Entering his room, you make yourself at home, Taron smiles.

"Hello, my lovely friend. Come to join me, hmm? Come sit." He scooches and pats the space on his bed beside him, as he always did.