A heart is like a lockbox.

And friends - they hold the keys.

You can always make new keys.

You can always take keys away.

But what do you do if a key-holder dies,

taking their key with them?

What do you do if a key-holder turns

and throws their key into a well?

You can't get those keys back.

No matter how hard you try.

You have to go to a locksmith.

And to make a new one takes time.

The key begins to form.

The friendship begins to unfold.

And now you're hoping for another

not to ditch the key.

Entrust. Regret. Entrust. Regret.

You always have to cautiously ask:

Are you ready to lose another key?