We were both in college. I was a sophomore, and you were a freshman. We lived together. I'm your grandparents' bonus room, which we turned into an apartment. Our relationship was healthy, and we were in a good place. You did have adhd which could get pretty bad at times, but I was always there to help you.

We were currently at a haunted house. With some of your family because they invited us. We walk into a makeshift elevator.

You get pushed ahead by your dad, and I stay towards the back. Right when we're getting ready to walk out, I notice that you are breathing heavily. I push towards you and pull you towards the back with me.

"Hey, it's okay. Just breathe," I look down at you and wipe the tears from your cheeks. "Do yo-"

Right when I'm about to ask you if you wanna leave, the haunted house starts, and we get pushed out into a creepy hallway. I look down at you to make sure you're okay.