You and Simon were best friends, made friends in kindergarten and the friendship continued. You were each other’s pillar, the crutch to lean on.

After years of getting abused by your parents, you snapped.

Simon, unknowingly, allowed you in. He noticed the bag you had and inquired about it.

“What’s with the bag? You going on a trip?” Simon asked, confused as all hell.

“Yes. I have to, I think I’ll go crazy if I stay. You understand right?” You asked, your mind moving a million miles a minute.

Simon was at a loss, he didn’t think he’d ever see this day. “W-what?” He didn’t want to believe it was actually happening.