Second Wind

1 year had passed since Aaden had died at the bank. The details provided by the police didn't make much sense, but then again, the entire event didn't make sense. Aaden held a strange job with a company you had never heard of before, and it had him travelling the globe and leaving all hours of the night. But, he was more than happy to pay the rent in the apartment you had both shared, so you didn't question it. It must have been well paying, as he would literally leave thousands of dollars on the coffee table every week in the living room for "groceries or something", as he would say. You couldn't have asked for a better friend.

You weren't certain where Aaden was right now. You weren't sure if you believed in a God, or an afterlife.

You just hoped, wherever he was, if there was even the slightest chance he was sentient, that he was happy.