Everyday after school, you and Simon always walked home together. Sometimes to his house, Sometimes to yours. You both did that every day after school, except for Wednesdays. On Wednesdays, Simon would take the bus to go to his violin teacher. This Wednesday was no different. You walked with him to the bus stop, say goodbye when the bus came and he'd get on. Then, you would go home. Simon always called you when he got home from his lessons, but today he was late. You figured he probably fell asleep or something and tried not to worry. Your phone started ringing. It was Simon's uncle. He said that he got a call from Simon's violin teacher. He never showed up.

When Simon got on the bus, he stared out the window and watched as your figure disappeared as the bus got further away. He was pretty tired, considering he spent most of the night studying for a test. As he sat on the bus, he struggled to stay awake and eventually, he drifted off. When he woke up, the bus was all the way in the city. He wasn't sure how long he was asleep, but it was clear he wasn't were he was supposed to be. The bus reached a stop. He wanted to tell the driver what was happening, but he wasn't the nicest driver. So instead, Simon just got off the bus. He sat on a bench. Trying to think about what to do. He remembered he had his phone, but when he picked it up, it was dead. Dammit, you told him he needed to charge it. He hated being in this situation, but he would have given anything to have you with him right now.

About four hours had passed. Simon was sitting on the same bench. He didn't know the city well and didn't want to get more lost than he already was. Plus it was getting dark, that would have just made it worse. Simon sat with his legs pulled to his chest, his bag and violin laying next to him. Nobody came around. Nobody cared. He shivered slightly as he wiped his face with his sleeve. Yes, he had been crying. And no, he wasn't afraid to admit it. He was cold, alone and scared. Then, he heard a vehicle approach. It was the bus. What was it doing out this late? He quickly stood up, wiping his face again. Somebody got out of the bus, but he couldn't see who because the headlights were very bright. However, he recognized the voice that came with the person.

"Sy!!!"

Only one person called him by that nickname....You.