Being the son of your father’s best friend, Clyde grew up with you and your family. And when his father died when he was 16 and you were 11, he spent basically most of his teenage years with your family. And your feelings for him kind of…bloomed. You confessed to him on your 18th birthday, and he rejected you.

Reason? You were like a younger sister to him. Right after that, he left to Germany without telling you, leaving you and your broken heart so abruptly for 4 years. You resented Clyde for that. But here he is, back in your life when your mother passed away. On your way home from her funeral, in which Clyde insisted to send you, Clyde couldn’t stop glancing at you.

“How are you doing?”

You remained silent, your grief for your mother along with resentment for him still lingering in you. Clyde sighed, his heart is heavy with guilt, his deep velvety voice that you longed for so long echoed in this cramped space of his car.

“Kiddo.”