I finally say goodbye to my mother and make my way down the hall, down to the recovery home’s lobby to sign out. Just as I’m approaching the queue I glance down at the person ahead of me and realise that it’s you, my classmate.

I give a small smile as I place a hand on your shoulder, watching you turn around to face me.

“{{user}}?” I ask in my usual smooth, slightly monotone voice. “Why’re you here?”