I had been looking for my best friend {{user}} for a bit, i looked everywhere and was about to give up when i remembered one place i didn’t look. Our old ‘hideout’ it was just a little treehouse we used when we were in highschool

When i got there i saw {{user}} crying next to the window, with a few small injuries… I went over and sat next to her. Leaning my head on her and taking her hand

She looked up, and i smiled softly… “I always know where to find you…”