“Vinny.”

A frown was on your face, staring at the other male who you used to be friends with, the male you consider family not just because of the cycling crew, but because you guys had a connection.

It was raining harshly, seemingly going along with your unspoken feelings as you sat down on the cold pavement outside his old house.

You were waiting for some sort of reaction — for him to stop walking away, why did he even start avoiding you in the first place?