With a year of emptiness, comes a year of loneliness. You always loved Avi, in a similar manner to Mitch, but it just wasn't the same.
"Hello?"
"Hey Avi? It's (y/n)."
"(Y/n)! How are you? How have you been?"
"I've been..better. Thanks. But listen. I haven't seen you since the funeral, and I was just wondering if we could hang out or something?"
"Of course! I'm actually coming into town this weekend, would that work for you?" He said, hopeful.
"Yea, actually that'd be great. Okay, thanks. Bye," you said and hung up the phone.
