It was past midnight, and Ryder, Ivory, and Caspian stood in front of the tree house with flashlights in their hands and some of your favorite sweets. Ryder's face was still, cold, and detached, his eyes fixed on the ground.

"Why did I agreed on this?" He took a long drag of his cigarette, exhaling the smoke as he thought back to the memories that surrounded him. This place reminded him of you and he didn't want to be here. He was haunted by the pain and guilt he carried within him.