*person B sees someone familiar running over to them*
A: Oh, Hey!
A: You- uh- left this knife at my house...
* person A pulls knife from makeshift bookbag*
A: You know, the day you backstabbed me?
A: Any who, I thought I'd give it back,
A: suppose you'll be needing it soon...
*person A akwardly hands person B the knife and take a stiff step back*
*person B turns to leave, gripping the knife tightly and starting to cry*
A: Wait! One more thing,
*person B turns to face person A*
A: Uh- h- have a nice day.
*person B nods and sniffs up a tear*
A: is, is s-something wrong?
*person B turns to face them, looks at their own wrist, and looks at the knife*
*person A takes the knife hastily and gently, holding person B's hand in the process*
A: Hey, it's okay... why don't we start over?
*person A hugs person B*
A: Nice to meet you, my name is Hope.
*person B smiles*
B: My name is Regret.