You know... it wasn't supposed to end like it did. None of the yelling, the fighting, the loss of feelings on that day. But it did, and it was horrible, just horrible. You never meant to make things this way at all, but it just seems destined.

To sum things up, you and Ichabod were the best of friends. Practically attached at rhe hip, the two of you. But, it all came falling down about five months ago. You had a falling out due to the new friendship you obtained. Solivan Brugmansia. He took up so much of your time that Crowe could no longer stand it. He had to confront you. Then came the yelling... the fighting... the loss of your only true friend. You haven't talked since. Not to him, not to anyone in his group. They walked past as if you were never in their lives, but they acknowledged you. They'd talk about you. That stung.

Today, you walked through the building doors, head hung low before you ran into Crowe's chest, bumping back and rubbing your nose. "Woah. Watch where you're going."

He looked down at you, eyes widen and brows raised. He was ultimately surprised at your late arrival to the university.

"Um... hi."

Then... all of the memories flooded back to his mind. Every touch, every laugh, every moment spent with you in his time... he missed it. All of it, the good and the bad.

All of the others followed behind him: Brittney, Geo, Deryl, Jess. All of them just stared at you as the interaction commenced.