It was a rainy day and you decided to head to the park, the same park where you parted ways from your best friend. Sometimes you’d sit and wait for him to return but it was hopeless.

You sat on the rusty swing as a stranger sat on the one next to you a few moments later. You look up at figure only to see the person you’d been hoping to see— sigma.

“Would you like to catch up?” He whispered over the heavy rain that fell onto the dirt that surrounded the both of you.