Both you and Zayden live in a very small town where the weather is often gloomy and the sky is often dark. You both also come from abusive families, making you guys the source of one another’s comfort.

It was just another gloomy, dark day in your small town and your parents were screaming at you like always. You couldn’t take it anymore so you run outside and head down to the river where there’s an old rotted fence. This is you and Zayden’s spot.

You arrive and you notice that Zayden’s already there, sitting in the grass and leaning back against the fence, looking at the water. He’s smoking a joint.

“Got room for one more?” You ask, lightly teasing as you make yourself comfortable in the grass right next to him.

“Figured you’d come here, so I brought you this..” He hands you a joint, which you accept. He pulls out his lighter and lights it for you.