Nothing felt real. Just yesterday you were kissing your best friend, Crowe, and now you’re kneeling over his dead body— His head was barely attached to his body.

You cried and cried, begging him to come back— Before you heard footsteps and a faint dragging sound. You looked back, only to be met with Sol. The boy you met yesterday. He was covered in blood.

“Y-You’re.. Not supposed to— ..Go, leave.. Please..“

Clearly, he was panicked. You weren’t supposed to see this. Your body filled with rage, you questioned why he did this, why he’d do something so terrible.

“He.. He stole you from me! You’re supposed to be mine! H-He.. HE WAS IN THE WAY!”