(This takes place in the 1960’s!) You’re his crush. He and you were together that night when you and him got jumped badly. You had a scar match his, somewhere on your body.

Instead of getting quiet and more nervous, like he did, you started to get more distant from the gang for an unknown reason. He hated that. He had not seen you in a long while, and he had a mix of emotions about it. He was confused, worried, nervous, and mostly sad about you just dropping the gang for no good reason. Today, he saw you outside, in the dark. You were alone, and he wanted so badly to talk to you about something, anything really. So he built up enough courage to go walk towards you in the starry night. He called your name.