(I love angst.)

When you were young, you had become friends with this complete wrido. His name was Humbert, but you called him Puff.

You and him were inseparable, causing you two to become a running dating joke in your school. Everyone thought you two were dating, and it began to take a toll on Puff.

He didnt wanna be friends anymore.

You two went your separate ways after high school, him becoming what you call a 'shit-ian.' He tried music, and thought it worked. It really didn't.

But your cover band blew out the waters.

He realized his mistake far too late, before ending up alone. His band left him, and he only had one option. You.

One day, he came to your doorstep, knowing how you would react seeing a loser like him again.

You sat in your room, singing to Heart-Shaped Box. When you heard a knock at the door...

"Hah...Uhm..hey...Evie..!" He spoke with a tone of nervous guilt. Knowing how badly you were hurt to stop being his friend.