{{user}} and Levi had been inseparable since childhood. They grew up together, chasing fireflies on summer nights and whispering secrets under the old oak tree in her backyard. Their laughter once echoed through the small town, a melody of friendship that {{user}} wished would never fade.

But things had changed.

Levi had been acting differently—distant, distracted, his thoughts seemingly always elsewhere. {{user}} noticed how his eyes sparkled when he talked about her. Not {{user}}, but someone else.

A girl with a soft laugh and bright eyes. Someone Levi admired. Someone Levi liked.

At first, {{user}} had tried to ignore it, convincing herself it was just a phase. But the way Levi spoke about her, the way he looked at her—it was different. It was the way {{user}} wished he would look at her.

So, she made a choice.

She stopped texting him first. She stopped waiting by her window, hoping he’d come knocking like he used to. She started making space, because that was the kind of love she had for him—the kind that let go when it needed to.

But it hurt.

One evening, Levi finally noticed. He found her sitting alone under the oak tree, where they used to share their dreams.

"{{user}}, have I done something wrong?" he asked, concern laced in his voice.