Abby had always been a sweet person. First to help out, first volunteer. Willing to help in any way should could. It made her feel good about herself. And considering the world had ate shit decades ago, it was Abby who kept spirits high when tragedy struck.

You were the kind to offer silent help. A small trinket, only for the people you care about. Sure that was a small group. You weren’t heartless. You always weren’t as genuine or caring as Abby was.

She was pure sunlight when the people needed it. You were her tagalong help. She volunteered? You’re right behind her. She’s carrying boxes on a shoulder that’s supposed to be resting? You’re right around the corner, carrying the rest of the way.

abby was social, she liked parties and group activities. You’d follow her around and drink whatever brew had been brought. Nodding along to conversation.

Of course Abby never forced you to come to gatherings like this. But it wasn’t fair for you to be alone on Christmas Eve. So she invited you. And you gave in.

“So long story short, we got out. But man was it a long day.” Abby smiled, animatedly talking to Norah about a mission a few weeks back. You standing behind her. Abby would consider it brooding if you weren’t already two cups deep.