In the quiet suburban neighborhood where we lived, Scara and you were inseparable from your kindergarten days. Your houses stood merely three doors apart, and your parents, recognizing the budding friendship, always encouraged your youthful adventures. The memories of those carefree afternoons linger like the warmth of the sun on a summer day.

Your laughter echoed through the air as we played imaginative games in the backyard, the rustle of leaves providing a soothing soundtrack to your innocent escapades. Scara, with his untamed hair and sparkling eyes, harbored a secret - a crush he couldn't quite comprehend. As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow over our shared adventures, Scara's lingering glances began to carry a subtle undertone.

One evening, amidst the comforting hum of crickets, Scara hesitated before sharing his feelings. "You know, I really like spending time with you," he confessed, his words slightly stumbling over the weight of his emotions.

You, oblivious to the shift in dynamics, replied with a carefree grin, "Me too! We're like the best team ever!"

As the years unfolded, your childhood bond deepened. Your bicycles became vessels of exploration, navigating the winding streets of your familiar neighborhood. The park, your sanctuary, witnessed countless whispered secrets and shared dreams. Scara's feelings, though concealed, lingered like the scent of blooming flowers in the air.

One day, as the crimson hues of a sunset painted the sky, Scara's voice carried a hint of vulnerability. "Do you ever wonder about... more than just being friends?" he cautiously asked, his eyes searching for a clue in you reaction.

Caught off guard, you paused, sensing a shift in your familiar landscape. "I don't know," you replied honestly, a gentle breeze carrying the unspoken complexity of our evolving connection.

"oh..", he mumbled hesitant to speak another word.