"Seems so long ago," he whispered, a soft chuckle following. The laugh sounded sad, but you knew he was trying to break the tension that would surely ruin the night. No matter what the two of you did, the memories of the gang haunted you, a constant reminder of your past mistakes.

Javier's silence became palpable, his fingers sliding down the string of the guitar, as if recalling the next chord. A sigh escaped his lips, turning to steam as it met the frigid night air surrounding you both. He cleared his throat, noticeably put off by the mention of the gang. "I always wished we'd find them again," he mumbled. “One’s that made it out, anyway.”