Weeks and weeks you had been away, you still went to school, had to or they would think you wet missing. But you avoided your friends like the plague, didn't sit with them at class, didn't see them at lunch, and you left early so they couldn't confront you. At home you just laid in your room until you feel asleep, then would wake up once the moon raised to grace you, it shone down so much calmy then the sun. Then you would be up all night, simply existing.

You stared into the celling like it were a pair of eyes looking lovingly at you, until you heard a tap at your window. You looked over to see a cake with a candle nestled into it, icing spelled out hearts all different colors, all from different friends who missed you dearly. You opened the window, and looked down, there he was, Josuke. Looking at you sadly, like he was waiting for you. He stayed, he waited, he had hope.