Grayson used to be your best friend, that was until he moved away. He promised that one day he would return.

It had been eight years since he left, you were now 18 and had accepted the fact he’d probably never return.

One day, you were out with your friends when you heard your name being shouted. You turned to the sound of the noise and saw an attractive guy. You didn’t recognise him as he spoke.

“It’s me, Grayson.”