The sun was just starting up as I came to the crossroads to Gold Bar.
The still orange pre-dawn was chilly, as JD walked home from Sacred Heart. It hurt him that was alone, he always seemed perpetually alone. Even just being by himself on his short walk to his apartment after his shift bothered him. The fact that the earth around him was quite, and seemed to be sleeping still, only made him feel worse. He wondered if he would ever find someone, like the 'someone's' all his friends seemed to have. Someone he wouldn't get bored of, or grow to detest after just a few weeks. Someone he knew he could actually spend the rest of his life with, not just think he could. Someone he could call at times like this, and know he won't be alone for long. Because that someone was at home-waiting for him.
A cool breeze then picked up and ruffled his loose sections of hair, pulling him out of his reverie. He stopped mid-stride as it became stronger. He couldn't help but lean against it, feeling it rush around him. And somehow in that moment...He knew he would be OK.
Someday.
This was ridiculously hard to write. And it shows.