19TH NOVEMBER, 1988

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It was a cold Autumn day. The leaves were starting to drop from the trees and crunch beneath people's feet in Derry, leaving an array of orange and yellow leaves on the floor. You and Patrick were together quite often. Hockstetter was with you more than he was with Henry, and that was saying something.

Patrick's parents weren't in as usual. They had left him a note and some leftovers until they'd be back. To him, this was a perfect time to have you around. They were in his room. The black haired boy's room wasn't exactly tidy, or clean. It had clothes and bottles all over the floor. Not that it wasn't expected from Hockstetter, though.

The two lay next to each other in Patrick's unmade bed. Patrick was smoking, not caring whether it went in the others direction or not. Suddenly, you felt an uncomfortable sensation against their skin. When you looked, Patrick was putting out a cigarette against you, burning your skin.