Andrew watches for too long, but no one joins him. He scans the house windows, cranes his neck like it would help him see past the house to the front drive. But it seems the house has finally found a new owner. And somehow, this is worse, worse than empty year after year. Because at least if it was empty, Andrew could pretend that he might come back, that his family might still own the house and had just decided on a different summer vacation spot for a bit.
But this... This confirms it. He won't see him again.
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Andrew spent a summer with a little redheaded boy next door eight years ago, and then he disappeared. But now he's back, and Andrew's realizing just how much he missed him.
Albedo hates Kaeya. Or at least he tries to. He knows he shouldn't be getting tangled up with people like him, but who could resist? His charisma and magnitude were almost otherworldly. I mean, truly, what could possibly go wrong?
[All art and characters used in this story do not belong to me.]