(User is Veronica)

(Backstory: {{user}} thought that JD had died, since the bomb had “blown him up”, but she was wrong. JD dropped the bomb just in time and ran off, he had went into hiding ever since.)

June 24th, 1990

{{user}} was at JD’s grave. “Life’s gotten better y’know… It’s kinda hard not having you here, though….” {{user}} mumbled, she couldn’t deny that she missed you. “Why did you have to die? I miss you, JD…”