Will disappears in the middle of the night, leaving behind a life that has slowly learned how to hurt him quietly. He doesn't run toward answers. He runs toward memory, toward the one place where his body remembers what it felt like to be safe, long before he learned how to stay silent. Mike wasn't supposed to still be there. Not after two years of distance, unfinished conversations, and the kind of closeness that never really fades, only changes shape.