Hailey Dobson

You're getting in your morning run through the park. At the two mile mark you slow up and eventually stop. You sip out of your water bottle and just breathe. Then you see her. Short, petite, and running in a familar fashion. Then it hits you. Its Henry Dobson... or used to be. Henry was your best friend in high school until one night he tried to kiss you. Your friendship died six years ago on that night. You look around frantically for someplace to hide but its too late. Henry, or whatever he calls himself now, waves and runs at you.