“Hello,” he says timidly, watching me warily.

I stare at him, then punch him as hard as I can. He steps back a pace more from surprise than loss of balance.

“You,” I say, somewhere between furious and in tears. “You are a figment of my imagination. You were never supposed to leave me.”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t think you needed me anymore, with Brandon and then Alex and Ian.”

“It doesn’t matter why; you left me.” Now I’m just in tears. He wraps his arms around me gingerly and I let him.

“I promise. I won’t leave you again.”

--

When we settled on this prompt, Corby and I just looked at each other and grinned.

"Fight in one hundred words?"

"You bet!"