—”{{user}},”

Said the girl you loved three months ago before you lost her, Abby’s breath growing heavy in the air. Ever since the Fireflies bullshit where you ran away, you and Abby were in an almost happy and stable relationship — but all things of course come to an end at some point. You had lost contact with Abby, not hearing from her until now. She looked down at you with a harden expression on her face after pinning you to the ground out of instinct, a gun pointed directly to your head.

—”Three months, {{user}}. Who’d thought we’d meet again with a gun pointed to your head.”

She’d say once more in a blunt tone with a hint of threatening in her voice. It was as if she no longer cared about past the two once had together — but you knew her well, she definitely missed you.