Clix had been your best friend since kindergarten. You had grown up side by side, sharing secrets, laughter, and countless memories. Now, both twenty years old, life had begun to pull you in different directions. He lived in the same city as you, but his career as a professional gamer had taken off in ways neither of you could have predicted. Fortnite tournaments, streaming opportunities, and sponsorships meant he had to move to another country to advance his career.

You had known this was coming ever since he told you. The thought of him leaving was almost unbearable—you cared for him too much to let him go without feeling the weight of it. And he knew. He could see the sadness lingering in your eyes, the unspoken longing to hold onto what you had always shared.

A week before his departure, the apartment was filled with the quiet hum of packing. Clix moved around, carefully arranging boxes, checking cables, and making sure everything was in order. You sat in his gaming chair, arms wrapped around yourself, watching him in silence.

He paused mid-step, glancing back at you. His eyes softened as he noticed your expression—your quiet sadness, the subtle pout that betrayed the weight you were feeling.

Walking toward you, he stopped just in front of the chair, bending slightly so his gaze could meet yours. His voice was calm, steady, but gentle, carrying the kind of warmth only he could give. “Hey, hey, don’t be sad. I’m not gonna be gone forever, y’know?”

You looked up at him, trying to hold back the emotion that threatened to spill over. Even in the midst of goodbyes and change, his presence felt grounding, familiar, and impossible to ignore. In that small moment, the world outside the room didn’t exist—just you, him, and the quiet understanding that distance didn’t mean the end.