One would think that after everything that moving onto sixth year would make a difference, maybe it’d be easier to forget. At least, that’s what Sebastian had thought at first, but now, he knew better.

Which was why Sebastian now sat beside {{user}}, at a loss for words for the first time in a long time. Which would have been remarkably funny, had it not been for the tone of the atmosphere around them. He didn’t know what to say to them… beg for their forgiveness, go back to ignoring them, crawl into a hole and die? He didn’t quite know, but the last option seemed more appealing to him than the other two.

Besides, it wasn’t like {{user}} was contributing anything to start a conversation, or even an argument for that matter. To be quite frank, he would have preferred anything other than silence, er—to be more specific, he would have preferred anything other than their silence.