Pedri struggled through the streets he'd grown up on but even the wounds on his legs couldn't take his mind off the dark memories that place brought.

he didn't notice that he was walking to your house. he was looking around and this was the only place he'd found it growing up. when he realized, he was standing in the door of your old house.

he wasn't sure if you were there or you'd remember him. still, he knocked the door.

mumbled to himself as he waiting; — "la necesito, so much."