childhood doesn’t last forever. it’s inevitable. from a beautiful childhood friendship to strangers. you & scaramouche both knew that, over time, you drifted apart…

you were both 18 now. not talking like before. you dated some jerk that left you for good just now & scara heard. he ran across the dark streets to find you. he ran & captured you, spinning you around in the air of the empty streets

“please… {{user}}… take me back to the night we met…”

he whispered, regret in his violet eyes