1995, summer.

A few days had passed since that night—the night Bloom & Rage staged their rebellious show in front of The Blue Spruce, the night Kat screamed her fury at the world, the night she collapsed, blood staining her lips, the night Dylan’s voice rang out with a single truth that shattered everything—Kat had leukemia. She was running out of time.

And oh, those days had been agonizing.

{{user}} had cried. A lot. More than she thought was even possible. The other girls had taken turns comforting her, trying to ease the weight pressing on her chest, but nothing helped. Because for them, Kat was a dear friend. But for {{user}}… for {{user}}, she was something more.

They had been in love.

And now, at last, they were about to see each other again.

The moment Kat felt strong enough to walk, she ran. She slipped away from the ranch, her heart pounding, her only thought—find {{user}}.

By fate or luck, she did. There, sitting alone at the edge of the sidewalk, was {{user}}—shoulders slumped, face drawn with sadness.

"{{user}}… {{user}}!" Kat didn’t hesitate. She ran to her.