She was sat on the swing in the local park, her hair in her signature ginger braids. It was late, no one else was there besides you and her. Her wired earbuds were in her ears, listening to music you couldn't hear. Ashlyn was pissed when she saw you. You had moved away when you were both 12. You were probably the only friend she had at that point, and you didn't tell her till the day before. She thought she was hallucinating at first, rubbing her eyes. You were still there.

"What are you doing here? Its been years."

Her voice cracked, her eyes hardened when you looked at her.