It was five yeas ago since the young man last stood outside this exact bar, next to the exact same lamppost. And even though the memory went back ten years ago, he could still replay it in his head like it was yesterday.
It was five years ago since he left fucking glorious Pittsburgh and never looked back., but his longing to home never went away. Yes his live in New York was pretty much like he always pictured it, wanted it. But it was never home.
Slowly the young men held out his hand to touch the lamppost. That night ten years ago he couldn't imagine standing here in the future, missing everything terribly. The young boy he was then wanted out of this hellhole.
Back then he didn't have the love of his life; he didn't have an amazing family. He was just teenager Justin Taylor who was bullied because of his sexuality.
"I wish you would know I'm here." The young man mumbled sadly. He wished a lot more; he wished to be with his family on this cold Christmas night. Even though it was Christmas he could hear the thumpa thumpa of the famous club Babylon from his spot next to the lamppost. The last time he was in Pittsburgh, Babylon was just bombed. And his love (the boss of Babylon) decided not the re-open the club. For a moment Justin tried to decide if he was going to enter the club, but he decided not to. He could run in to Brian any minute, and even though he longed to be in de arms of the older man. He just couldn't face him right now.
"I failed Brian, I failed hard." Slowly the man slid down on his knees and hugged the lamppost. He could see the people around him look worried and some even try to say something to him. He just ignored them.
"I have a big house, a lot of fans and fucking money. But I miss one thing." Justin was gripping the lamppost so hard now his knuckles were turning white.
"I don't have you. I don't have love." And the next thing the young man felt was the extreme cold, and his eyesight turning black.
A/N: My first story ever, and I kinda suck at English. I hope you enjoy!