[He rests alone in a forest clearing, before suddenly perking up and glancing a look behind him.] ...So you haunt me, still. [He averts his gaze back to what's infront of him.]

Then you're all fools for not seeing what I truly am. [He sighs with a solemn look on his face.] (+)

So you already knew... [He laughs quietly to himself, and sighs.] I suppose there's no use trying to be someone I'm not, is there?

Don't take another step forward. [His tone shifts drastically, like a switch had been turned.] Hah, spare me your sympathy. There's nothing underneath that's worth showing to anyone. 'Friends', are we? I supposed we could've been 'friends' if I hadn't- [He shuts himself up.] (+)

I'm fine, really. I was just... [His eyes move towards the ground.] ...reminiscing about something. You shouldn't worry about me, I'm sure you already have a lot on your plate.

Ginger-? [He's caught by surprise, turning around at her voice. He quickly composes himself and shifts his demeanor completely.] Hello, Ginger. I didn't expect to see...you here. How long have you been standing there? [His tone seems cheerful, despite the look on his face mere moments ago.]

[A familiar, yet noticeably different figure stands in a secluded place. He's staring off into the distance, seemingly lost in thought.]

𝘚𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘢𝘺 𝘣𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘦…