Joel had asked Tommy to take you to the Fireflies instead of him, all because he couldn’t bear the thought of anything happening to you. But you saw it differently—you thought he was trying to push you away. So, without thinking, you took one of Tommy’s horses and rode off, not caring where you ended up.

Joel and Tommy tracked you down to an old, rundown house on the outskirts of town. When Joel finally found you, you were curled up in one of the rooms, lost in the pages of a tattered diary left behind by some teenage girl before the world fell apart.

Joel stood in the doorway for a moment, his shoulders heavy with a familiar weight. He let out a quiet sigh before stepping inside and gently closing the door behind him.