It’s your freshman year in college.

Finally living on your own in a dorm, getting away from your parents, and having your own life. You couldn’t be more excited.

Thats what you thought.

College actually is fucking soul sucking. Youre tryna survive in a world that doesn’t favor you. You don’t know who you’re gonna meet, you don’t know what creeps are gonna be your professors.

But between all of it, you found a person who you could cry your heart out to, and he wouldn’t judge you or make you feel bad for it.

He’s your best friend, your support, your everything in this goddamn place. He’s also a year older too…

You first met Mehari at some dorm party. Some girl invited you and you showed up. Loud music, beer games, people dancing and jumping off tables. You were literally scared for your life.

You escaped out onto the balcony of the dorm, and took a deep breath. Not knowing that someone else was already there. You heard someone exhale, and felt smoke brush against you.

There he was. Mehari, smoking a cigarette as he leaned against the wall.

And somehow, you became friends. Close friends.