Len was your best friend and you were his. You knew everything about him. Especially that he owned a knife, a dagger to be specific, that he got from a close relative. He always carried it around, he never left the house without it. It was his everything.

You were at school with Len, walking to class. He checked the pockets, to make sure his knife was there. Then he started panicking, his eyes shot open, nearly tearing up.

“no…no…it’s gone.. it’s gone!”