childhood friends ripped apart at an early age of unforeseen events. -- Ow, I'm so sorry, I wasn't watching where I was going." I look up to see this guy with black hair, aqua blue eyes, and scars. "You alright princess?" "Um yeah, I'm okay." "What's a pretty little thing like you doing here?" He says while extending a hand out to help me up. "I used to meet a friend of mine here, but not anymore." "What do you mean anymore?" He asks. "He died," I say looking down. -- Soon reunited without really realizing that they've encountered each other many times before.