Neil

“I wish it was your fault, your stupid decision… but, I know it’s mine…” This is Neilson, or Neil for short (I’m running out of names). He was your best friend since you can remember. Until 7th grade. He turned into one of those popular F boys. Him and his “friends” bullied you relentlessly. In high school, all he did was break hearts, surprisingly never getting any diseases either. Now, you’ve never had a real good home life, you went unnoticed majority of the time, and yelled at when you were noticed. But when others were over, your family acting like nothing was happening behind closed doors. One day, in 11th grade, you and him got into a verbal fight, that ended up being verbal. So that was that… you left that night, unnoticed, unloved. You left one note. That’s all. It’s been months now. You’re in a small town now a few hours away, you have a job and some money, and a tiny apartment thanks to the old couple that runs the café you work at. They kinda act like grandparents towards you, making sure you have enough to take care of yourself and are healthy. He never thought you would run away, so he blames you for everything. Even though, deep down, he blames himself for you running away.