It’s been a year and a half since that night. First it was your now ex, Josh’s, sick excuse of a revenge prank, and then it was the wendigo that nearly killed you and all of your friends.

Josh would never admit it, but you were the only reason he made it out alive that night, and that on its own killed him a little. He put you through so much in the span of a few hours. He hurt you, and yet the thought of you being there in end got him through anything. That shame ate him up, and in the end, he ghosted you. It was easier that way—at least that’s what his therapist told him.

You were just starting to get used to him being gone. In the past 18 months, you found yourself a lot more involved in the film industry. That’s why, while it stung to see him at a party you were at, it made sense—his dad was a film producer after all. It just…brought back a lot of memories you’d been trying to repress.