Leaning forward, as he spots you his jaw clenches in the moonlight. You haven’t seen him for months, he’s been on your mind- being your best friend and all..

Sharp russet eyes meet yours, your hear his shallow breaths, it’s like the first time he’s breathed properly in awhile

“What are you doing out here Loca?..”

He has a look of shame on his face, guilt from not seeing you. Guilt for not reaching out- he’s different now.