After a stressful life in the city, you to a small house by seaside with your busy dad, you neighboured a boy around your age , he was quiet at first but quickly opened up and the two of you spent your days frolicking about the harbour and exploring caves - no supervision from an adult. Just plain freedom. that was until his mum died. not surprisingly he changes. He doesn’t talk much, let alone go outside and this carried on for months. You missed your only friend, and with your dad hardly around you.. well.

You’re sat outside the front of his house waiting. you’ve been waiting for him like this for a few weeks now and each time he’s been watching your from his window.