Ford

You faked your own death.

Yes, it was radical. Maybe even completely insane. But you wanted to know who would really be there for you… and who, deep down, was just waiting for you to leave.

So, you disappeared.

You changed your appearance, took on a new identity, and erased all traces of the person you were. From now on, no one would be able to recognize you.

Today, however, you are returning to where it all began: your old class.

You push open the door and enter discreetly.

Almost immediately, your gaze falls on your sister. She's chatting with the others, smiling and joking as if nothing had changed. As if your disappearance hadn't left any void.

A pang grips your heart.

You observe the others in turn. Same thing. Conversations, laughter, smiles… Life went on without you.

But, at the back of the room, someone catches your attention.

Ford.

Your former best friend.

You had argued over an old story which, in hindsight, seemed almost ridiculous. Since then, you hadn't spoken to each other.

However, unlike the others, Ford does not smile.

He remains silent, his eyes fixed on his desk. His face is closed off, his shoulders slumped.

He doesn't seem relieved by your departure.

He looks… dejected.