Nobody in the group spoke to you unless it was absolutely necessary. Glenn noticed that. And being the kind-hearted person he was, he reached out, struck up conversations, and before long, called you a friend. But that’s when he started to understand why the others kept their distance.

This was the most one-sided friendship he’d ever known.

You barely answered his questions, never seemed to really listen, never returned his hugs. You showed no interest in him, in anything he said, in anything at all. And slowly, the spark in him dulled. At first, he tried. Then, he tolerated. Then, he resented. He still talked to you—out of habit, maybe, or guilt—but the warmth, the enthusiasm? That had long since faded.

Now, sitting on the porch, a faint smile rested on his face. But the moment you sat down beside him, it wavered.

"Oh... hey."

He forced the smile to return, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. He already dreaded whatever was coming next.