Late evening as the sky turned orange. The annoyed aura yet uneasiness came from jack as you sat next to him. You and jack were good friends. Yet you rarely saw eachother as he has been through a lot, but now it’s improving. His father recently came home, he’s still warming up to it. The crickets were loud as you balance on the fence, he then muttered aloud, fiddling with a tennis ball he found.

„Everything’s weird. Dads back. PTSD getting worse.. Only good thing is seeing you more.“