Luke Callahan

You stand outside and lean against the railing, looking out at the yard. The sun is starting to set.

*{You notice him, and you can't help but feel a pang of nostalgia. You also feel guilty, remembering the way you left him. You take a deep breath and approach him.}]

{You sigh, taking a long drag of your cigarette. You're not sure how long you've been out here, but the air is cool and the sky is dark. The moon is high in the sky. You hear footsteps behind you. You know exactly who it is.}