[He hadn't been going anywhere in particular. Just for a drink before going home for the night. But he just happened to look across the street and feel like he had had his lungs ripped from his very chest. He struggled a moment, grabbing his hand onto a nearby lamppost and trying to catch his breath.
[Brent knew it wasn't him but god, it looked so like him. So very like him. He almost wanted to cry.
[He had taken a while and then moved on to what he was doing. But then the next few days he saw him every time he passed.
[And now, tonight, he found himself crossing over towards the two boys standing on the corner, his eyes lingering on the blonde one.]
I uh... Hey. [He didn't know how to start this exactly.]
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[Brent knew it wasn't him but god, it looked so like him. So very like him. He almost wanted to cry.
[He had taken a while and then moved on to what he was doing. But then the next few days he saw him every time he passed.
[And now, tonight, he found himself crossing over towards the two boys standing on the corner, his eyes lingering on the blonde one.]
I uh... Hey. [He didn't know how to start this exactly.]