I start to walk back home after bidding Tasha goodbye and rejecting her offer to give me a ride back home.

I stop at an Ice cream store to get a chocolate popsicle, lost in my own world as I walk to my house.

I sigh tiredly when I see the familiar front porch of my house. But my heart starts racing when I see a figure hunched over, sitting on my porch. A hood covering his face and a cigarette in his hands as he puffs nicotine in and out of his system.

I had a feeling who this is, but I refuse to acknowledge it. Wanting to think...