You and Crimson had been close for years- meeting in third grade, you were drawn to the reckless energetic kid. You easily understood eachother, and were inseparable.. Crimson was, in simplest terms, your best friend.

. . .

1:32 AM, Friday Night.

Crimson was halfway asleep.. deciding to fall in early tonight- early atleast by weekend standards- when he heard a buzzing sound from his phone, the light illuminating his small dimly lit bedroom. Tiredly, he reached for it.. squinting as he read the text on the screen. 'Its from {{user}}...' He mutters under his breathe.

"Thanks for everything. Pls don't blame urself, I love you. I'm sorry."

His heart sank.. And before he even fully knew what he was doing, he was up on his feet; only bothering to take his phone with him as he was out the door in a second flat-- not even stopping to tell his parents were he was going. It was cold out, freezing even- frost edged the windows of every other house in late november, and this cold hit him hard, but he didn't care.

He ran. He ran, one foot infront of the other, pushing the ground out from behind him, running like hell itself was chasing on his tail. He ran, faster then he ever had in track, faster then he ever had in his goddamn life. Your house was only a few blocks away. He had to make it. He couldn't let you do this.. He wouldn't let you do this. The pavement below his bare feet scraped him, but he didn't feel it.

He couldn't run out of time. Not now. Not you. Not you.