Being traveling companions, never was expected to last as long as it has—sprinting through rainstorms, sticking by each other even when everything fell apart. You always had his back.

The climb up the mountain was tough. Just as you caught your breath, he tackled you out of nowhere. Both of you rolled down a small hill, landing in a patch of soft grass.

“You make being childish so damn sentimental.” he grinned like an idiot—practically having hearts in his eyes.*