Roy was one of those high school guys that didn't make any sense. He basically had an extremely split personality, where he could turn on and off specific emotions and habits at will, drastically changing who he was around different people. With his guys friends, he was a classic teenage boy: perverted, witty, and insensitive. With his 'girl friends', he was dignified, kind, and understanding. Roy lived those two lives away from home, keeping everyone as happy as he could.

But Roy had another side. He had his home side: compliant, diligent, and punctual. He worked hard when he had to and knew the faster he did what he had to, the more time he had to do what he wanted to do.

Roy may seem like one of those people with no willpower and is nice to everyone, but he's not fully like that. He hates fads and doesn't mind being alone. He had no ideal or long-term dreams. All he had was himself and the will to move forward. He knew that there were many paths to the same destination. He knew that the little steps added up only if he kept walking.

And today, Roy was in his class, doing his work, changing his personality based on who he conversed with. From everyone else's perspective, he was north and south at the same time.

"Hey, Roy." a voice said. Roy recognized it immediately. It was his actual friend as compared to colleagues within his class. His name was Vishnal, and he always came to school just as vigorous as Roy. He wore a suit and tie and aspired to lead the nation, either politically or indirectly.

"Vishnal." Roy responded. Roy was staring into the space in front of him.

"Roy." another voice said.

"Margaret." Roy responded. Margaret was Roy's best-friend-that's-a-girl, whom he and Vishnal had met near the beginning of the year. Vishnal and him needed a partner for a project, and Margaret was busy in the corner of the room doodling. They ended up finding both and artist and a friend. Unfortunately, they only got a B on the project, but it was well worth it. Margaret stood next to Roy, with her brown eyes and red crimson hair, her hair like water: untamed and unheld, yet inexorably flowing towards a greater place.

"Roy, what are we doing?" Vishnal asked. Roy perked up to Vishnal's vague question.

"We? Nothing. You have a government class after school. Me? I'm going to the park. Alone, most likely." Roy answered.

"Alone? Not anymore. Be there. Three-thirty sharp." Margaret said. Roy kept staring off into space, bothered by Margaret's eager attitude. She was usually secluded and introverted. All of the action was usually started by Vishnal or Roy himself.

"Whatever you say." Roy answered.

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Three-twenty. Roy came ten minutes early and waited under a sycamore tree on a bench. It was a sunny but not scorching hot day. Roy could feel the breeze as he waited patiently for his rendezvous. I would describe the muted texture of the light through the leaves, but it's become all too familiar to Roy. It would be like describing the miracle of flowers blooming in the spring. All the novelty is gone.

Three-thirty. Margaret could be seen approaching Roy, whom was still staring off into space. He was secretly debating on which personality he should use on Margaret. Was she still considered a girl to him? Or, was she ready to accept his teenage boy side? Or...did she need a separate personality altogether?

"Roy, get up. You're going to walk with me. I...have something I need to discuss with you." Margaret said hastily. Roy quickly got up, but only figured out why she was being so extroverted. She wanted to chat.

"Alright. We'll walk then." Roy said. Hge got up, losing himself with her brown eyes and fiery red hair.

Roy and Margaret got around to the playground after some idle chitchat. They passed kids happily sending their remaining hours before dinner enjoying themselves. Margaret sat on one of the swings and began to swing slightly, back and forth. Roy did the most obvious choice and sat on the empty swing next to her.

"Roy...there's something I have been meaning to say..." Margaret said, stuffing her hands in her pockets.

"I'm listening, Margaret." Roy said. Roy could tell she was hesitating. Then, he noticed a quick blush.

"It's, well...hard to explain." Margaret continued. Roy could feel every moment that happened since the beginning of the year flowing back into his mind. He remembered how he noticed her the first day. She stood out. She was unforgettable. And Roy had just realized it.

"Go on." Roy said.

"Well, I don't want to be a burden. It will only make things more complicated." Margaret insisted. Roy was slightly frustrated on Margaret's indirect approach and broad and vague explanation. If it was so hard to say, why did she call him out in the first place?

"Margaret. Do you really want to tell me?" Roy asked, giving a slight angry tone. Margaret quickly looked in Roy's direction, taken aback by his quick pressure.

"Yes...but..." Margaret started.

"Look, let's walk. Think while we stroll. When you figure it out, tell me." Roy said.

"........Okay, Roy. Thank you." Margaret said. The silence began promptly after that. It's difficult to describe, the feeling of being suffocated by silence. It's the classic metaphor that pops up in every work of fiction: moments that are so simple, so fragile, that they shatter the moment someone decides to open up their mouth.