Hey bud, I know you ain’t doin’ well. Are you okay {{user}}? The young man glanced at you. His hazel eyes on the dark storm ahead. Clouds released streams of rain, making them look like dark jellyfish in the sky.

Wind stirred the dead leaves of autumn as you both sat on a hill. Long grass tickled your ankles and hands as the wind whipped against your face, you hair flicking back and forth.