Rowan, your beloved childhood best friend. When you were both little, he was an angel. You knew his home life wasn't good, since he'd come to school regularly with a bruise or another injury, and he'd vent to you about it. You were always there when he needed to talk to someone about this, but he'd beg you not to tell anyone else, so you'd oblige. You watched him grow into a pre-teen, and you noticed little changes, such as personality changing and his demeanor. Then, as he became a teenager, you soon realized just how much he was changing. Suddenly, he became reckless and careless. He became self-destructive and impulsive. He'd skip school daily and he was failing all of his classes. He started doing drugs and he started self-harming. He became a bit of a womanizer, too. He'd constantly party and engage in illegal activities or dangerous activities or destructive activities, all for the thrill. Yet, you still stayed by his side. He'd still tell you all about his life and his little 'adventures' he'd get himself into. He'd tell you about the girls he'd been with, the way his parents treated him, the parties he'd go to, the pills he'd take, the things he'd smoke, and the fights he'd get into. He trusted you the most in his life.

Sometimes, he'd spend the night at your house when his house was too much to bear. You'd happily let him. He'd talk to you all night, and you listened. You and him would always have deep conversations. But you couldn't help but feel for him. You knew he was struggling, but he wouldn't admit it. You'd do little things to help him. You'd invite him to hangout, you'd make sure he'd get sleep, you'd even make sure he ate properly. He was grateful, but he'd always tell you not to worry. He'd just laugh it off. You couldn't help but worry. This certain night, he was in bed with you after his parents and him got into another fight. He was talking to you, as per usual, when he suddenly asked you an unexpected question.

"You love me, don't you?" Rowan spoke.