Homecoming’s for Losers // Hayden & Jamie
It’s funny, really, how Hayden’s noticed that life tends to repeat itself in vicious cycles.
He’d felt the touch of death twice now, and both time he’d bounced back and recovered, having scars to tell the stories when words seemed to fail. God knows his scars spoke volumes the places he’d been and the things he’d seen. But now, driving back into the town limits that had spurred him on and chased him out to begin with almost frightened him. Were they still here, even after all this time? Was he still lingering here? It made his throat burn with memories and he shuddered as he pulled up to the old park, figuring he’d head into the town on foot. It’d be easier, less odd, and he glanced around at everything and how dark it was. He’d forgotten how dark it was in this place.
But just as quick as Hayden had gotten out, he knew he wasn’t alone.