PROLOGUE
Only the calm, blue water was seen for miles ahead. Deep and crystal clear, only to be disturbed by the wind rippling through it. The ocean, stated in the simplest of words, was beautiful. Blue and perfect, like the eyes of someone too painful to remember. His only thoughts were on those brilliant blue eyes. The cliff overhanging the ocean had a perfect view of the calm water but his mind was far from admiring its beauty. He felt utterly at peace as he stared into the void of the ocean. He drew a haughty breath and took one last decision, before the darkness consumed him.
Most people come into our lives and leave in a sudden, some staying longer than others. But only few ever dare to leave a footprint on it. Some however, we only have to meet once before completely forgetting how our lives were without them. Then we look at certain people thinking how well they fit together, even if they have only met a second before. It is as if they have known each other for their whole life. It can only be our guess that it was what everyone thought upon seeing Troye and Matthew.
The two boys were only nine when they first met, after Troye moved to a barely populated suburb. Their friendship sprang immediately from the first moment they set eyes on each other. It was special, unlike every friendship they have had before. Theirs was nothing if not mystical with all the innocence of childhood. Nothing else mattered if only, they had each other.
The suburb was theirs to rule, there was nothing that they enjoyed more. Whether it was playing with makeshift swords, diving into the sea from the pier or simply running around screaming, the boys' laughter never ceased to be heard. Troye was quite fascinated with the way the sun sparkled on Matthew's earring in a most dazzling way. Matthew simply took pleasure in waving Troye goodbye as he drove away on his bicycle, while Troye looked down from his balcony. They both took a naive delight in observing Matthew's father overhauling boats.
Not everything in their lives were pieces of cake however; especially Matthew's. His father, when drunk was a demon of all sorts and quick to lose his temper. His outburst at their BBQ proved that fact to be correct. But he was a loving father nonetheless to little Matthew. Matthew too returned a love that was eternal.
When summarising it all up to simple points, both boys found happiness within each other and from each other, no matter what ups and downs the life took. They were indulged in the safe haven that was childhood and never wanted it to change. Both wanted to be forever young, carefree and wild. But as all things change and eventually fade away, they too began to change and grow up. Their feelings and ideas changed and matured as life had its way with them. Their friendship, however was the only thing that remained unchanged. That, too was correct only up to a point.
