He was a player…
Troy pretended he cared so much about the girl he brought home. Once he used her, he dumped her and shoved her out on the road.
But the worst part of it all was that he couldn't remember anything about her. Her name, what she looked like, etc.
And one day, he heard a familiar name, whom moved to Baton Rouge.
But, what does this have to do with Troy's world?
Let's just say he found himself in another deep situation, something that will be mentioned soon.
Something that may pull him out of his bad habits, or submerge him deeper to the point where he will almost lose Talon.
Troy's world is a hydrogen bomb. Hydrogen and Fluorine want their octet. Hydrogen bonds with Fluorine, giving it its last electron, its last hope, and suddenly, Hydrogen's world crashes as Fluorine explodes, leaving Hydrogen left in the dust.
Troy is Fluorine, Hydrogen is everyone who cares about Troy.
One day, Troy's world will explode.
He will be the one who needs help.
And nobody will be there.
Nobody can predict the future. If you make 1000 predictions, one is most likely bound to come true. That doesn't mean any will come true, either.
Just like nobody can predict Troy's future.
Fate will lead him the rest of the way.
We all just have to sit around and wait to see what life brings him.
And wait for that one moment where he will break free and find himself.
In a mansion, or in a dumpster.
With Talon, or without Talon.
To hold tight on to Gabriella's memory, or let her fly free into heaven, where she belongs.
To become a man, or stay a childish teenager.
When will he spread his wings and fly?