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(Cary's POV)

THE LEAVES CRUNCH UNDER MY FEET, the air pleasantly cool and the sky bright. I feel safe, the figure beside me bringing me comfort as we stroll down the sidewalk. I look over and smile. I see Johnny there, smiling back at me. He says something, we laugh. I say something, he takes my hand and continues walking by my side.

Up the sidewalk, I see a house. It looks familiar. It's my house. My old house, anyways.

Two figures stand on the porch, smiles wide and faces bright. Their features are blurry, but I know who they are.

My parents wave us along as we walk up together, their eyes lighting up as we approach the steps. Johnny and I separate as they pull us both into hugs. First is Dad: his chocolate brown hair and sweet, dark eyes are just as I remember. He wraps me in his arms, his embrace just as warm and comforting as I always knew it to be.

Then Mom hugs me, her blonde hair smelling of flowers and soap and her blue-teal eyes brighter than the sky. I never wanted to leave her arms, it felt so nostalgic and natural. Like Dad, nothing about her had changed, even her clothes felt the same.

When we do separate, she takes me by the shoulders and smiles at me, then takes my face in her hands and plants a gentle kiss on my forehead. She smiles at me again before turning towards Johnny and Dad.

Dad shakes his hand, a big smile on both of their faces as he pats him on the back. They share a laugh, my dad's being just as jolly as I remember.

Then, they look at each other. Smiling at us one last time, they take each other's hands and walk into the house, closing the door behind them. I walk up to it, trying to follow them inside. 'Wait for me!' I call desperately. 'Please don't go!'

The world grows gray and sullen, the originally lively colors around us losing their vibrance.

I try the door handle, but it's locked. I eventually give up, starting to panic. 'Please don't leave me!' I beg. 'I can't do this on my own!' But to no avail.

'Come back!' I cry as I look through the window. It's cloudy, so that the only thing I can see is their blurry figures dancing in the foyer. I hear their laughter, gleeful and pure. I begin to cry, begging for them to come back outside. I wasn't ready to let them go yet.

But, as my tears start to rain harder, I hear a small voice from inside the house. 'You'll see us again,' it says, 'be patient, dear.'

'But who will take care of me?' I whimper.

The voice grows clearer. It's my mother. 'You will.'

I bang on the door, asking more questions: 'why won't you come back?', 'why did you leave?', 'how will I do it on my own?'.

In my hysterics, I feel a hand on my shoulder. I look back. Johnny looks at me with those gentle brown eyes of his, a shy, genuine smile plastered on his face. I had forgotten he was there.

His voice is smooth when he speaks, calm and comforting.

'I'll help.'

My tears stop, but my heart is still heavy. I turn away from the door, running into his open arms. I never left him, and he never left me. We stayed there, together.

As we hold each other, my eyes dry. My heart still remembers the hurt of abandonment, but it healed, now just a scar instead of a bleeding wound. The world around me grows brighter, warmer, more vibrant.