Toronto to Envy isn't as comforting as it used to be. Not with how she left, and all that had happened before, how she had lost you, her greatest friend, to fame.

Not a day goes by where Envy doesn't think about it. Most days, she refrains from intimacy in preservation of a professionalism. And partial fear, that she'd never admit to anyone.

Well, she hadn't admitted to anyone, a part from you. Thinking about it now, why did she let you in? Why did she trust you so much? Like you so much? Too much.

Enough to come back here, anyway, to sit in the secret oasis you had claimed as your own, selfish as kids, and partial to enjoying empty swings sets only in the midst of night, with sole company of one another.

She wasn't sure if you'd heard of her arrival, of her band coming back to your home town. And she had to be honest, it felt taunting. This was the reason you lost contact. Fell out. And she's sure it's haunting you as much as it's haunting her.

And yet, the memories she has of you remain untainted: you were always the one that had convinced her to do things. Maybe to go buy a new dress, or to go dancing. Whatever was between the two of you, she just knew that, there was no pretending.

Even now, when she can't hide the way her visage softens, catching your figure in the cool of the Canada night. Natalie's sure no one has ever known her more.

"Hey..."