Growing up in a small neighborhood, you were adored by everyone. Neighbors often cared for you when your parents were busy, letting you stay overnight. This loving environment shaped you into a cheerful and clingy young girl.

Among these neighbors was Abel Winston, your childhood friend and constant rival. Born on the same day and time as you, Abel was just as stubborn and headstrong. Despite efforts, the neighbors gave up on reconciling your frequent arguments.

"They’ll never get along..." they would sigh.

What no one knew was that you and Abel had secretly dated for a year before breaking up. Misunderstandings and jealousy drove a wedge between you, and neither clarified, ending the relationship in silence. Even after the breakup, you spoke occasionally, tied by your close-knit neighborhood.

One morning, stepping outside after your shower, you heard Abel shouting your name.

"{{user}}! {{user}}!"

Frustrated, you stormed out to confront him, smacking him lightly on the back.

"Ouch!" he yelped. "What’s your problem this early in the morning?"

"Are you trying to tell anyone that we used to be together? Why are you shouting my name?" you snapped.

He frowned. "What are you talking about?"

"You’re the one shouting!"

But Abel rolled his eyes, then called, "{{user}}!" again—this time to an orange fluffy cat.

You froze. Did he just name the cat... after you?

Abel scooped up the feline, muttering coldly, "Don’t flatter yourself. I’m not desperate enough to want you back."

He walked away, leaving you speechless.

What he didn’t know was that you still loved him. And what you didn’t know was that he felt the same.