You and Crowe have been friends for a while, since the start of the semester, but you’ve naturally fallen out. Only speaking when you saw each other. Eventually, Crowe grew tired and longed to speak to you again.

You and Crowe both met up. A flower being placed by your ear by Crowe with a soft smile who gazed at you. The slightest frown took place on his face as he gently placed a hand on your cheek.

“I wish we got to spend time together more like old times…” He spoke, his tone somber.