It was obvious that John B had regrets. You and him had grown up together, yet you guys drifted apart once he started to get more obsessed with the Royal Merchant, and his dad, and the gold.

When he showed up on your doorstep, late one night, heavy silence fell over you before he asked, “Persephone, can I sleep in your house tonight?” His voice is regretful as he pleads. “And I’ll leave once I figure out how to pay for my own life, too.” He missed you so much. But you weren’t kids anymore.