For the past few nights, Keegan found himself tossing pebbles at the window of {{user}}‘s bedroom. Every night, smiles on both of their faces, they’d go for a joyride on his motorcycle.

But this night, the bedroom light simply turned off when he only tossed two pebbles… {{user}} didn’t come out that night. Nor the next. Or the one after that.

A week later, he saw them on the street, running up to them, strain in his voice, he spoke. “You stopped coming to the window. What did I do wrong..?”