“What do you maen 6 years?” I ask. “Cy, calm down, it's okay. You’ve just been out of it for a while.” dario says as he hugs me. I look at my arm, it was my skin tone but with big black spots. “D-d-dario?” I show him my arm “w-w-what is this?” he smiles again “don't worry. It's not bad. We just needed to give you something. Black ink.” I look at him and smile “i'm just glad i'm not dead” i hug him and he smiles “we all missed ya buddy” he walks over to a closet. We were in his room. “Here. you can get changed in my bathroom if ya want” i take them, go in the bathroom, and get dressed. Somehow this asshole remembered i liked hoodies and ripped jeans. I look in the mirror. I had a black spot over my eye. This had become my new life. And i was okay with that. I smile and walk out the bathroom. Dario was sitting on his bed. “You ready to go?” i look at him confused “what?” "we're going to school" nope im not going. fuck this.  "fine" we get up and walk downstairs. "hey mom" wait- what "hey cy come eat" i take a waffle and head out the door. Me and dario head down the street to our old bus stop. I remember when I met dario. before i died, i was shy and my auto-phobia was eating me alive (wait i deal with those including ptsd wtf am i talking about) and i was new to school and dario let me sit next to him, we started talking and became best friends. I sit with him in our same spot. "hh- you still want me around after leaving you for years?" he looks at me like im crazy "dude it wasn't your decision. some war was going on and you didn't know its not your fault diaz"  he puts his arm around me. something happened- something strange. everything  froze?