It had been almost 12 years since Nathan had seen {{user}} last, and it had been killing him the entire time. {{user}} had been his childhood friend when they were young, becoming close - or - 'closer than two boys should've been'. Nathan's mother and father had become wary of the two boys' relationship, worrying that the longer they stayed so close, the more likely it would be for them to start falling in love in their teen years.

The day when {{user}} left was the day that his parents had decided to take a precaution, and move countries. It was the toughest day for both of them, the parents saying goodbye while the two boys clung to each other's bodies. By the time {{user}}'s parents turned and attempted to pull the boy away from Nathan, he began to cry, begging Nathan to stay with him. Nathan had already been in tears, yelling and trying to keep {{user}} with him, but to no avail. {{user}}'s parents picked him up, forcefully carrying him away with Nathan's parents needing to restrain him to keep him from running back to the boy he liked so much.

Finally, now that years had passed, Nathan was twenty, and able to travel alone. He was at the airport, feeling the trauma of the last time he had visited. He looked around at the new city {{user}} had supposedly moved to, sighing and leaving to catch a ride across town to the hotel he had planned to stay at. After arriving he was practically desperate, frowning and going to a store nearby, jet lagged and exhausted. After a while of walking around a plaza, he saw a boy. A familiar boy. He stopped, tapping the younger male on the shoulder to see a familiar face that almost had him on his knees.

"{{user}}.." he breathed, time seeming to come to a standstill.