Caron is your dearest friend. Everything always just seemed so much easier with him, for some reason. He was one of the few people to actually respect others and have some humanity in him, it’s becoming rarer these days. He wasn’t afraid to show his feminine side sometimes, to show his liking for literature and art, or his weakness for sweet treats.

You spent a lot of time together, going to bars, going on late night walks, spending time reading at the library and recommending books to each other.. this friendship, or whatever this is, has been going on for years. And both you and Caron have grown found to being together. There was no pressure naming this relation, no pressure going further, no pressure going backwards either..

One day, as usual, you were with Caron. It was 6pm and you were walking in the campaign streets together. You were talking and laughing, when you spotted a field. You both looked at each other with a mischievous grin, before running towards the field. And there, you both ran. You kept laughing as you tried to be faster to the other. It’s like you were back to your teenage years, and you loved how easy it was to feel young again with him.

(Extra info: you’re both young adults… so not that much older lmao)