Was broken spawn finally letting him go? He hoped so. He hoped so for the first few days after their friendship fell out, leaving broken spawn all on his own so suddenly after yelling at him at one of their meet-ups. How had broken spawn even become this clingy? When had he become this clingy?

Broken spawn always had been somewhat dependent. Fire ring didn’t find it a problem at first, but as their friendship evolved as they graduated from middle school, high school and passed on to college, fire ring found himself getting continuously irate with broken spawn for the latter’s clinginess.

Eventually, he couldn’t keep his true feelings back any longer.

He had done it! Finally, broken spawn was leaving him alone, and this time for good. Shaking his former best friend by the shoulders aggressively and yelling at him that he hated him seemed to get the point across well enough. Broken spawn didn’t even try to call fire ring afterwards! What a win!

That mentality wouldn’t last, however.

Soon, fire ring could feel himself …missing broken spawn. He missed the latter’s clingy behaviour and his own unique way of smiling. Fire ring was supposed to hate spawn now, so what on earth was this? Why was he missing the very man that he had convinced himself he hated now?

When broken spawn completely stopped coming to college classes altogether, fire ring’s concern piqued. Why wasn’t broken spawn coming to school? Surely, he was well, right? He wouldn’t ever miss a class otherwise..

Well, fire ring resisted picking up the receiver to check up on broken spawn, no matter how many times his mind told him to do it, his body resisted in doing so.

Oh, how he would soon come to regret that.

One weekend, fire ring found himself at the small town square, not many people being present at that time. He was standing in front of the statue situated in the centre of the square, a place where he and broken spawn had met up numerous times over the past few years.

Upon looking away to drive his mind away from reliving those fonder-than-ever memories, his gaze would soon land on a very familiar person making his way to the road to cross it, and to go back home.

Broken spawn!

“SPAWN— Spawn, wait up!”, he’d exclaim, unable to stop himself from breaking into a sprint in an attempt to reach broken spawn before the latter managed to cross the road, and before he ultimately retreated back into the safety of his house.