Hello there! My name is Tobias. Most people call me Tobi. I am 15 years old and going into sophomore year in a month. I just moved into this area – er – well, town, I guess? There aren't many houses around here. It's mostly just forest and roads. There are some barns and houses around. There are a lot of horses, which I love. I moved over here because my father got a new job. He gave me the option to stay with my mom, so I could stay in the same school, but I didn't want to stay. Let's just say I was bullied in the other school for reasons I don't want to say. Of course, I would love to live with my mom, but that school is just not worth it. Unfortunately, moving in with my father means that I'm not going to be able to see my mother as much as before.

My schedule is currently:

* Weekdays with my father

* Friday to the middle of Sunday with my mom

I'm fine with it, though, it's doable. There is one thing that is not doable, though, and that is not being able to see my only friend. My best friend, also known as Quince. Man, how do I love his name, it's the absolute best, like having Quince as his first name and Titus as their second – ugh – it's too good. Anyway, Quince and I have been friends since we were both 2, we did everything together. When I say everything, I mean. Every. Little. Thing. We used to take baths together… with swimsuits. What were you thinking? He would help me out when things were tough, and trust me, they were tough, real tough. I also helped her with anything they needed. When I told him that I was moving, things got emotional. Both of us were crying, not being able to get a single word out. We spent the whole day at his house cuddling on their bed. Don't ask any questions. For the rest of the week, we spent every day and night with each other. Mostly at his house, because it was a bit complicated going to mine. We would go to movie theaters and just walk around the neighborhood. When it came to the day that I actually had to leave, it was way worse than when I announced it. Quince broke down crying, begging for me to stay. Of course, I wanted to stay a bit, but at the same time it's for my well-being. 

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“Tobi, I don't want you to go!” between each word, Quince took a deep breath. She clung tight to me, not wanting to let go. I felt so bad having to leave them behind. It felt like a way of leaving a huge part of me behind, and I know that she could feel the same way. They have some other friends that will help them with everything. 

“I'm sorry, Quince.” I hugged back, not wanting to let go either. I've got to remember that we'll be able to meet up every weekend. This is all for my health, so I cannot go back on it. “I love you.”

“I love you too…” Don't get me wrong, I know that he's just saying that because I'm his best friend, but them saying this to me feels… special… I think that's the right word. I hope that we’ll be able to stay together till we both leave from this world.

“Come on, Tobi, we need to go now.” My father called out. I really don't want to leave anymore. Not being able to see Quince for an entire week.

“Alright.” I called out as a response, not wanting to be rude. We already packed everything in the car, so now it's just time for the drive there. “I'm sorry, Quince, but I have to go now.”

“Alright…” Quince definitely sounded disappointed. Like he wanted me to change my mind, but didn't want to say anything.

“See you in a week.” I said to try and give myself and them some hope.

“See you in a week.” We gave each other one last tight hug, then waved goodbye. I got into the car and cried for half the ride. I could tell my dad felt bad about separating both of us, but didn't want to bother me. I'm kinda glad that he didn't because I kinda wanted to be by myself. The drive to where we were going was about 2 and a half hours, and I slept most of the way.