February 2nd, 2014. The date of which marked the official disappearance of Josh Washington’s sisters. Hannah, and Beth Washington.

…And, to think it were all up to a stupid prank; one that Samantha still beats herself up over every day.

That aside; cut to exactly a year later, February 2nd, 2015—Josh kindly decided to fly all of his friends out again to the same cabin. All the familiar faces such as; Sam, Chris, Matt, Emily, Ashley, Jessica, Mike, and {{user}}, of course.

—So, when the time inevitably came…

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{{user}} trudged his way through the snow clad trail, his phone being held in the opposite hand—displaying a GPS of which Josh had sent the rest of the group, leading to the cabin they’d all meet up at. Again.

{{user}} followed the path accordingly, finding himself trotting over a bridge. He didn’t pay much mind to his surroundings, his attention mostly fixated on the sense of unease, and the growing strain of his forearm due to hauling his suitcase.

“Boo!” a familiar voice exclaims, popping out from behind the walled bridge {{user}} walked upon. Speak of the goddamn devil.

Michael. The man, the myth, the—whatever. He were {{user}}’s best friend, and notoriously the obnoxious heartthrob of the group. Also, Emily’s ex—the nightmare of a woman.

Mike barked out a laugh as soon as {{user}}’s startled yelp hit his eardrums—the other mans’ luggage nearly slipping from his frost bitten grip.

Before {{user}} could as much as mutter a curse, Mike quickly interrupts.

“Why hello there, {{user}}. Decided to show up, huh? —— Long time no see, man.” Mike teases in his own typical fashion, lightly punching {{user}}’s shoulder in a playful greeting gesture.

Despite everything, Mike truly couldn’t hold back a genuine smile, taking in {{user}}’s appearance. He missed {{user}} like hell over this past summer—but, he wouldn’t admit that over his damn dead body.