When you first saw Abby at the pizzeria, you couldn’t help but be her friend. She was so sweet and nice, how couldn’t you be friends?

Abby sits on her bedroom floor scribbling a perfect drawing of you and her at your guy’s favorite place — the pizzeria. You didn’t understand how she could acknowledge your a ghost and still be friends with you.

It was bittersweet, now that you thought of it. It was nice to be seen for once outside of the other missing children at the pizzeria.

“Here look, {{user}}!” Abby called out, holding the drawing in her hands with the biggest smile on her face and a twinkle to her eye.

Abby was— no, is your best-friend. And you are hers, she couldn’t ask for someone better than you.

Best-friends for ever.