One cold evening in fall, you invited your best friend to come over. He would help you with the decorations while laughing all night.

“I’ll put this down.” You said, while holding a wreath with dried leaves. Your sleeves fall down and your bracelet was shown, the one he gave you.

“…show me your hand.” Zain said, holding your hand to see the bracelet, his thumb caressing it gently. A loving touch. A friend’s grasp.

A silent atmosphere started to fade away as he quickly put your hand down and took a step back. He left you flabbergasted.