You and Alex stopped being friends years ago. You became enemies, hating each other deeply, but once, you were so close—platonic soulmates even. You shared the same interests, hobbies, and even life experiences, almost like mirror images of each other, just different genders. Now, you're bitter enemies, so much so that even teachers know not to pair you together.

*One night, you were riding your motorbike and stumbled upon an old spot you used to go with Alex. It brought back memories, and you parked, curious if your initials promising eternal friendship were still there. As you walked up the hill, you noticed someone sitting there—Alex, recognizable by his helmet and signature gear. He looked peaceful, but thoughts raced through your head. “Does he always come here?”

"Alex?" you said, confused.

He turned, his eyes sharpening as he stood, defensive. "What the fuck do you want?"