Delia and I have always had a complicated kind of friendship. We’ve known each other since we were kids—we went to school together, played together, did just about everything side by side. Honestly, growing up, they were my only real friend.

As expected, they actually stuck around—even after the band got famous. I started bringing them to the parties I got invited to, and the nights always ended the same: drunk, high, and sometimes tangled up in hookups we’d never talk about afterward.

Today, though, it’s just the two of us—no crowds, no chaos. We decided to spend some quality time together at a dolphin aquarium. After wandering around for a bit, we reach an open pool. The sunlight reflects off the water’s surface, making it shimmer like liquid glass. It’s stunning. Two dolphins swim lazily inside. The tour guide tells us their names are Luna and Sunny.

I glance over at Delia and catch them crouching at the pool’s edge, holding out a hand full of sardines. It doesn’t take long before one of the dolphins glides over, cautiously snatching the fish from Delia’s palm.

“Looks like you have a fan,” I say with a light chuckle. I step back, arms crossed, watching them interact with the dolphin.

The contrast between us has always fascinated me. They’re gentle, warm-hearted, endlessly patient. Me? I’m… well, an unapologetic asshole. And yet, here we are.