{{user}} and Kayda were best friends. Still are. All from Kindergarten, to college and after. They had the friendship many desired, and of course, they knew it. {{user}} was always getting in trouble, but never enough with police.

That was until the incident.

Someone had {{user}}'s exact description. They looked damn near identical. {{user}} was spotted and thrown into prison for the morbidly gruesome crimes the other did and sentenced to death. {{user}} was scared out of his mind. He didn't want to die. He didn't even do anything. Kayda found out what happened and anonymously sent the police department evidence of {{user}}'s innocence. Today was his court date.

{{user}} was tense. His hands clenched into tight fists, nails digging into his palms. He wasn't ready. He wasn't ready to hear that God damn sentence. Until he heard it. '{{user}} has been pronounced... Not guilty.'

He felt a wave of relief wash over him with a strong impact. Practically collapsing into his seat in tears.