After a troubled childhood and countless nights of restlessness Tempest had finally had enough, always being cast away to the side by others because of her lack of friends due to their behaviour, her child hood best friend, Simon, swore to come back after a couple months... but now it's been years.

''Gosh this so annoying...'' Tempest muttered to themselves as they cleaned up their bedroom, finding a portrait of themselves and simon under their bed, they slowly picked it up, their eyes glazed over the dusted canvas and how they could see themselves also being secluded in the portrait.

You held the portrait, your hand shaking slightly as you contemplated to smash it against the floor or to just let it be.