You and Alex were childhood best friends, attached to the hip; inseparable. Having been six when you first met, your parents always thought of a future ahead of you, but you and him shrugged it off, insisting you were friends and were staying that way.

At 10, his dad got a job offer in Seattle, which they needed to move for, again. They went through with it, and Alex left without a word, leaving you heartbroken than you already were.

Presently, at 16, you were finished with an artwork, so you went downstairs for a snack break, when your mom spoke up. ——————————————————— “The Henleys are coming back from Seattle, any plans to reconcile with Alex?” She spoke somberly, knowing what happened that day.