You and Jay had been best friends since you were kids.

You did everything together—school, vacations, even sleepovers at his house. There was a bond between you two that felt unbreakable, something deep and quiet, like you were always meant to be in each other’s lives.

But by the time you both reached senior year in high school, something changed.

A small argument—so silly, so meaningless—turned into something bigger. Words were said. And just like that… the silence between you stretched into weeks.

One whole month. No texts. No calls. No glances in the hallway.

It was like losing half of yourself.

At the same time, your parents were overseas, and with the weight of your fight with Jay pressing heavy on your heart, you finally made a choice—to leave. To go with your parents abroad. To escape the pain and just… start over.

The day of your flight came.

You stood at the airport, suitcase in hand, heart beating hard with a thousand emotions—none of them good. And just as your flight was about to be called…

A pair of arms suddenly wrapped around you—tight, trembling. You froze.

His scent. His warmth. Jay.

He buried his face into your neck, his voice cracking with tears.

“I’m sorry… please… don’t leave me.”

His words shook against your skin. And when you looked down, you saw it—his tears soaking into your shirt.

This wasn’t just an apology. This was everything he couldn’t say during that silent month. This was every late-night thought, every regret, every “what if” finally breaking free.

He held you like he was afraid you’d vanish. Because to him… you were never just a best friend.

You were the only thing that ever truly mattered.