Your name is Dave Strider and you're crying for the first time in years.
Of course, it's with good reason. Striders never cry unless there's something genuinely wrong.
Which there is.
It has been exactly two years since you completed the game that both ruined and salvaged your life, and exactly two years since your best friend gave himself up for the world you live in now to be created.
The wind blows through your hair and you begin to pump your legs. Crystal drops fall from your ruby eyes, landing on your black jeans. On a normal day, black lenses would shield your eyes from the rest of the world, disallowing even a glimpse at the oddity that are your irises.
Today is not a normal day.
Your welling eyes are uncovered and looking up at the darkening sky. The wind picks up. You pump yourself higher. No one else is around to see more tears slip down your flushed red cheeks. No one else was ever around this park.
It was old and tattered. Abandoned long ago.
The cold bites at your nose and your fingers, yet still you clutch the chains tighter and tighter. A sniffle escapes your rosy nose as you cry noiselessly.
The trees around you rustle in the dim light of the slowly rising moon. Your breath hitches as you look up to the stars, wondering if maybe you could see his shining smile in the few twinkling lights above. Everything reminds you of him now.
The wind continues to accelerate. An audible sob forces its way from your throat. If you closed your eyes it felt like he was there with you, the cold gusts of wind a heavy reminder of what no longer was.
You stop pumping your legs.
The swing slows to a gentle halt.
You sit with your head hung low, crying silently to yourself.
You look down at your feet and notice something off.
Your once tight black jeans were now loose red material.
You look up and there he is, smiling down at you. He disappears into the sky, his laughter echoing in your mind.
Your name is Dave Strider and you're crying for the boy in the stars.