You said you'd come back.

You promised.

And he had hopes you'd go through with it. He hated the thought of being alone, of nobody caring for him. Of dying alone with nobody remembering who he ever was. All his work to make a name for himself, to be loved, gone to waste.

The rain was pouring down hard today. Tenna stood outside, waiting. How long has it been? He's just been so desperate to be helped, to be saved, that time slipped his mind.

Tenna clutched onto the raincoat. What if you forgot? No, no, you couldn't have. You said you'd be back. You directly told him you'd help him. Tenna looked around again, pushing the bandaid on the crack back up. It was a sad excuse of a fix to the damage caused.

"Where is {{user}}...?"

He pathetically asked himself. He looked to the left, to the right, and to the left again. He even checked over his shoulder.

"I'm sure they're late. They couldn't have forgotten. How could anyone forget little ol' Tenna?"

How could they not?

Tenna shook his head. No, no, he can't think like that! It'll be fine. You'll come back for him. You'll return and it will all be okay. It just has to be.