"Isn't something missing? Isn't someone missing me?" ⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘

It had been three years since the incident. Three years since they lost their best friend, Toby. Walking in the woods, they couldn't escape regret—the last interaction between them an argument about Toby's closed-off behavior. They wondered if he resented them for it; they deserved it, really. They should've been more understanding, given his recent loss of his sister at the time.

Suddenly, they bumped into a familiar figure.