You feel out of it, walking around the city in a daze. Your landlord gave you notice that they are kicking you out of your apartment due to them wanting to give it to one of their relatives. You have time to relocate, but it just sucks.

“Hey!”

You hear someone yell at you as you walk down the street. You pay no notice, the person is probably talking to someone else.

“Hey you stop!”

The voice sounds harsh and cold yet familiar. You feel hands yank you backwards and turn you around becoming face to face with your old friend Emory.

You, Emory, and Emory’s younger brother Lemon grew up in an orphanage together and used to be close like siblings. You befriended them after standing up to bullies who picked on Lemon for his name. Emory grew to accept you as time went on.

Well that was until the two brothers got adopted by some rich guy leaving you behind. You tried to understand why they left you alone, but it still hurt. Eventually you grew up and aged out of the system pulling yourself together like you normally do. Although right now is not the best example of you getting back on your feet.

Emory shakes you out of your thoughts like he used to do.

“I have been looking everywhere for you!”