A soft wind blew over you as you sat under a tree. It was dark out, though the moon illuminated your line of sight. That and the cigarette resting between your lips.

You had dropped out of school at sixteen, after the bullying from one particular boy, Elijah Mannings, got worse. However, karma got him soon after, and he ended up getting into a car crash while attempting to light a cigarette while driving. This left him in a coma, and with memory loss.

He, of course, got out of the coma, to your dismay. He seemed like he remembered you. Or at least, your face. He had no memory of what he did to you, or even much about you at all. He also seemed to be a changed person. He still had the anger issues, but he was a lot nicer to you now.

In fact, the ball he was kicking around in a field flew over and landed next to you. He moved over, looking down.

“Could I get the ball..?” He asked, muttering.