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-----------------Feeling; Startled ; Anxious ; Glad
------------------Location; Near Outside Of Town
╚══════════════════════════════════╝Mako was about to take out his phone and call for a cab to take him somewhere dry, and out of such a dark place. The country, so far, wasn't quite to his liking. It was nice in the day time, to him, but at night, there just weren't enough lights, everyone went to bed early, and it looked like an apocalypse was going to happen any time soon. Wasn't quite the nicest sight, especially for someone as insecure as Makoto.

At least, if the cab actually came, he could actually sleep under a dry and legit roof of a hotel. He could miss the night with his friends. After all, it's not like they really needed him to have their share of fun... He was always in the background anyways.

That was basically his years after he and the others split and went their opposite ways. The new friends he made at his new school had been friends for years, and so, being the newcomer, shy and quiet, it wasn't easy to bond with them. They felt bad, and they were kind to him, so they invited to him to basically everything they did, out of pity. Makoto declined their offers though. He didn't feel like he belonged with them, and honestly, he really didn't. His place was with his old friends.

'But that time would never come again.' Mako thought to himself and took his phone out to call the cab, except only to find his phone out of battery. He began to freak out a bit and began to pace a bit, back and forward, knocking on one or two doors in hopes of someone answering, but the lights were going off, if they weren't already off, and no one answered. Now he was a bit worried. Where was this house supposed to be? He knew he would never find it without his directions...

"U-Uh, hey are you--" Mako let out a slightly high pitched yelp when he heard someone behind him. He was so focused on how to find his way to the house, or if he should try to get a ride from a stranger (who he would hope wouldn't be a stalker), but while he thought about these things, he didn't see someone approach him from behind.

Mako's heart was racing from the surprise, but eventually, he calmed down to look at the person who called out to him. It was hard to see in the dark, especially when there weren't that many lights in the area. But his eyes adjusted to the amount of light and darkness and eventually made out facial features and opened his mouth to speak. His old friend beat him to it though.

"...Makoto? Mado, Makoto?"

Makoto recognized the voice, the face, and everything about the guy standing in front of him. It may have been a few years since he last saw any of his old friends, but how could he forget any of them, or the connection he had with any of them? That's right, he couldn't. Mako nodded, a bit excitedly and said with a sheepish smile, "Yeah. I-I remember you too. Um... It was... W-Was it..." Mako tried to stutter less, "A-Arata, Ito, right? We used to be friends until that day came..." His voice quieted down a bit more. The thought was unpleasant to him.

"H-Hey... do you know where this one house is?" Way to be specific, Mako. "It's... It's um... well, I lost the directions to it on the way here, and now I don't know where it is, a-and it's dark, you know? Do you know how to get to... to the summer house? The one that people can rent?" Mako paused in his sentences, and then asked quietly, out of curiosity. "Why... are you here anyways? It's a strange coincidence that we just ran into each other..."