He had been left behind again.
Toby lay on his bed staring at the ceiling. He tossed his apple between his hands, focusing on the solid impact against his skin.
He couldn't remember his parents but he missed them. There was some part of him that had resented their absence even though he knew they had no choice. Jim had understood. They had been a team, together through thick and thin and then…
And then Jim too had left him. Jim had chosen to leave.
It wasn't like the others, either. He had had friends besides Jim. People who he had spent time with and shared adventures with. People who had lost interest over time. Who had slowly stopped talking to him. Who had moved on.
Toby had pleaded. Screamed. Begged. And Jim had left anyway.
Toby tossed the apple to his left hand and missed. It hit the floor with a soft thump. He didn't go after it.
He wondered if he would see Jim again.
He wondered who would be next.