Constant nightmare, he was still stuck in that day, that night, even though he had passed out after drinking so much—he still felt the anger, the pain, the revenge eating away at him inside.

Haunted and running toward the void, there was nothing there for him. Josh thought he was getting better, but only better at pretending. Thinking he was, finally, getting his shit together, but the pills still looked tempting.

And, God, he felt like such a weakling. No emotional control, no nothing, planning to get revenge on his "friends" for what they did to him, for what they did to Hannah and Beth.

His sisters, his sweet little sisters—he still remembered all the winters at Blackwood Pines, skiing and laughing with them. One year, one year gone, and so did they. Josh was on the edge of the cliff, waiting to jump.

Calgary wasn't the same city, his apartment wasn't the same place, his parents weren't the same—but, he certainly wasn't the best one to say it, his parents had never been close before.

Twenty still feeling like he was fifteen, Josh took it for granted that he wouldn't be here at twenty-three—and he did what he had to do, spent what he had to spend, and forgot the medicine he had to take.

Old times, same fears, same dreams. You'd have been his movie star if he wasn't so fucked up in the head, you'd have been his, and he'd produce a whole movie just to let you act in front of him.

Too late, the plan was in motion—in the end, everyone was doomed to be a victim of his tragic joke. And, even though it hurt him to tell you everything and cry, he forced a smile and of course, said he was over it.

But, no, everyone left and he never got past it. “Stop asking if I'm okay, I already told you I'm really fine.” He scolded you, though there was a grin on his face as he squeezed your shoulders.

“Also, if I may say so...” Josh released your shoulders, a step forward in anticipation when he opened the wooden door. “The best suite at Washington Lodge. Just for you, huh?”