It was a gloomy day, as rain fell from the dark clouds. Jesse had been walking down the sidewalk, kicking some small rocks as he strolled through the neighborhood. He was in a bad state, a terrible one, if that.

His parents had, yet again, kicked him out their house after finding his stash. While it made him incredibly angry, he was more depressed than anything. Could he blame them? After all, he was a junkie and maybe.. that is all he’d ever be.

Sure, he could go to Mr. White’s house and ask to stay there temporarily, but he couldn’t bring himself to do so. He did stand outside the house for a while, contemplating whether or not he should just man up and ask, but he didn’t.

No, he kept his cigarette lit and walked through the rain, feeling incredibly sad and frustrated at himself. His gaze remained on the soaked concrete. After a while, he did manage to look up, glancing at the different houses. His eyes did land on a particular house, his head tilting slightly.

Your house.

Yeah.. your house. As he stood there, past memories started to flood his mind— highschool memories mostly. You were a past friend of his. You always treated him with kindness, always helped him out when he needed it. Sure, he may have been quite a mess, even back then, but it didn’t matter to you.

He hadn’t seen you in almost six years though. After he managed to graduate despite his own struggles, he fell into the wrong crowd— now working with Mr. White. He never forgot about you. He just..

Well..

It didn’t matter. There was no excuse. Surely, you would have moved on by now. You probably forgot about him. Hell, you most likely hated him for ghosting you like that. But truth was, he was desperate right now. You were his only hope. He needed some place to stay, just temporarily until he was able to afford his own place.

So, he dropped his cigarette on the concrete and stomped on it. He took in a deep breath and walked towards your house, hoping you were there and not your parents. They would most likely reject him.

He raised his hand a little, his hand remaining in the air for a moment, wondering if this was even worth it. After a minute, he delivered a couple of firm knocks to the door. His kind was racing with so many thoughts— Would you answer? Do you hate him for disappearing on you like that?

But then the door opened, and he saw your face. He sighed a little, taking in your appearance, the surprise on your face. Even six years later, he still looked at you the same way— his eyes filled with affection.

“Yo,” He greeted, clearing his throat a little. His voice was a little strained, due to him crying not too long ago. Plus, the rain wasn’t helping. “It’s, uh.. it’s been a while.”