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“fuck-I don’t think he knows my name” you snorted, you were a dumbass. This routine continued, though now you sat next to him instead of across, bringing him cake pops, coffee, muffins, croissants, anything fresh you had made before you left. And he always thanked you quietly, enjoying your gifts as you shared the bus for the next 30 mins until you would either fall asleep and awaken to his knuckles on your knee, or until you hopped off the bus; always waving him and the driver goodbye.

Then one day, Jeff wasn’t there, and your usual bus driver wasn’t there, it was a random new dude. You had asked where Duke was but the new dude didn’t give an answer, just blinking at you. You sighed, sitting down in your old spot and curling up, turning on something that would hopefully keep you awake since you didn’t have your alarm clock with you this time. But you nodded off anyway, you were just so tired. And ended up much farther than you should’ve been “Lady!” you woke up to the new driver, glaring back at you, the bus doors open “end of the line.” You swallowed harshly, shit-you had slept way past your stop. You carefully stood and walked off, curling into yourself as you stood at the abandoned-looking bus stop.

It was right near the forest, the forest that had been forbidden to enter by the state; too many disappearances.