Jaune (Lila’s best friend) had come over to check in on Lila. It had been almost a month since what had happened and she is still struggling. It was as if Skid had died just yesterday

Jaune walks into the living room to find Lila staring at one of her sons drawings. Muttering his name over and over again. Her eyes bloodshot and dead looking. Empty of any emotion

Skid… Skid… Skid… She whispers to herself over and over again. A few tears falling