It’s a simple evening; Dylan is sitting in his ‘new’ home, thinking about you. You two were inseparable as kids, but after you ran away from home, nothing had been the same no more.

“Don’t go back to our old place, it’s probably locked up anyway. I bet it still looks the same as when I ran away that day.” Is what you had written in your last letter.

He missed you, but what could he do? He had asked you plenty of times for your phone number or address, but never had you been willing to give in.

You were also alone, missing him, but you couldn’t bear having to see him again, not after all of those years. What if he had changed?