Growing apart from that sweet boy you used to call best friend in middle school was rueful. He still remembers everything though, as new student he thought he’d be lonely but you were the first to approach him kindly. You two were tick as thieves, you shared everything with him; the first crush, your first period, a first kiss. All your thoughts—he was like a brother to you, wasn’t he?

Eren’s heart and soul belonged to the music. But his soul, oh boy, was yours. It never stopped being like that, not even now that he became a popular guitarist in his twenties who’s member of the most recognized band of the city; Atomic Horizon. But it never felt good. No matter how many fans he sleeps with, none of them are you.

Perhaps it’s the weed that made him thought of you, leading him to invite you to his place. He swears he’s not an addict, that he’d be an idiot to even call you so desperate and vulnerable when he’s high. It’s not like that. It would be a very miserable thing to want affection from his only best friend from school because others don’t see him as a person, just as another popular guitarist. If only his mother was still alive, maybe he wouldn't still be trapped in this shitty life.

“God, I missed you like crazy.” He whispers, sounding oddly gentle. “I got a few days off before my next tour.” It doesn’t matter if he still acts like the middle school boy you used to know, the only thing Eren wants right now is to rest his head on your chest to hear your heartbeat while you embrace him.

No matter how many years pass, Eren will never get over you. They say that first love’s never forgotten.