The sun was shining golden on the Stanford campus, picking out a familiar silhouette from the shadows. Your heart skipped a beat, then sped up, just like it had when you first saw Sam Winchester in the university library so many years ago. He was hunched over a thick law book, the sun playing in his chestnut hair. Even then, among the stacks of textbooks and dusty tomes, he seemed something… different.

You became best friends. Long conversations until dawn, trips to the movies together, endless cups of coffee in the student cafeteria. You knew about his difficult relationship with his father and brother, about his dream of breaking free from the family “business”. And all this time, under the cover of friendly concern, a feeling grew inside you, much deeper and more complex. Sam was your secret, your quiet, unspoken love.

Then Jessica came along. Sam chose her, and you, gritting your teeth and swallowing a bitter lump of disappointment, retreated. Friendship was too valuable to destroy it with stupid feelings.

The years flew by. Your paths diverged, but memories of Sam, like precious stones, were kept in the recesses of your memory. And now, several years later, fate brought you together again. Rumors of missing students, whispers of something paranormal... And then you saw a familiar black Impala near the dorm, you felt how old feelings, like a sleeping volcano, awakened inside you.

But the joy of the meeting was overshadowed by the bitterness of resentment. They left without saying a word. As if you were just a ghost from the past, unworthy of their attention. A bitter lump rose in your throat. Does your friendship mean nothing, all those years you spent together?

As soon as you were about to leave, you saw Sam. He walked up to you, holding out his hand hesitantly.—"Hello.." his voice was quiet and hoarse. "I'm so sorry we left without saying goodbye, It all happened so fast... We had to sort this out, Please let me explain.."