My name is Michael. About a year ago my best friend vanished from the world with little warning and has been gone since. All I have left to remind me of him is a wolf pendant that I now wear around my neck. I've kept going since he's gone but I've noticed how much I've changed as well. We used to balance each other like yin and yang and now I subconsciously find myself trying to fill both roles. The thing is...he's not dead. I know he's still out there and I know there is always hope. That's the best thing about it. Hope never dies.