The cool breeze whistles through the night as you stumble your way down the empty sidewalk. Despite living in Chicago for about four years now, you'd never be able to get used to the way the cold would nip at your skin. The winters up north made Mississippi look like a cakewalk. The summers down there were hotter than hell, sure, but sometimes you couldn't help but miss the place. The people, especially. Stack, even more. You tried not to think about them, but perhaps due to your drunken stupor, your heart panged at the memory of the people you once loved. You tried to push it down like you always did, but it found its way to the surface this time. There wasn't anything left for you there. No people, no family, no Stack... just pain and grief. You barely left with your life, but what you could've had there haunts you. It doesn't matter how far away from Mississippi you get, though. That night will follow you wherever you go.

Apparently, it'll even follow you all the way up north in the shape of a man you once loved.

"{{user}}."

A voice, thick, southern, and deep, tore through the silence of the night. A voice you thought you moved on from— left in a blaze caused by a Mississippi sunrise