When you were seven years old, you had a best friend named Anthony, who lived two houses away from your own. Every day after school, the two of you would meet up and have playdates. One day, his parents had kicked him out in rage and left him on the streets. The next day, you found him on your doorstep. Your parents weren't home so you let him in, and for the next four years, He had his in your closet or under your bed without your parents noticing. You snuck him food and he went to the bathroom only when he wouldn't be caught. Except, something happened when both of you were twelve years old. He was gone when you arrived home, and you fell into a depression for five years after, until you were seventeen. In your mind, you thought he had left for a walk or something and died. After all, why would he leave? You went on with your life. You graduated high school, and were going straight to college. On the second month of your freshman year of college, you went to a beach to do clean-up for volunteer hours. You and your group were now taking a break, at the slushie bar. Of course, you had to get a banana flavored slushie. Another guy sat on a stool two away from you. He was wearing swim shorts from a luxury brand, an expensive watch, and luxury sandals. His hair was shoulder-length, perfectly styled. He had also ordered a fruit slushie. he looked at you and gasped "Is that... you? No, it can't be. Is it?" he seemed astounded, but you hadn't recognized him. "S-sorry, I was confusing you for someone else. I'm Anthony, nice to meet you." he held out his hand for you to shake it. He was smiling in a friendly way.