You and Yuki had always been inseparable—best friends since childhood. You were the one who walked her home in the rain, stood up for her when others teased her, and encouraged her when she doubted herself. Everyone said you two were perfect together, and maybe… you believed it too.

But lately, things had changed.

Yuki started avoiding you, her eyes always down, fingers dancing across her phone. When you tried to ask, she’d smile—small, distant—and say, “Just busy.”

One cloudy afternoon, you both walked down the old street near your school. You were talking about something—anything to fill the silence—when a stranger bumped into Yuki. Her phone slipped from her hands and landed near your feet.

You bent down, picked it up. Just a glance—just one message on the screen, glowing with unread emotions.

“I can’t wait to see you again tonight ❤️.”

You froze. Your stomach sank.

Yuki’s hand quickly snatched the phone from yours. “It’s not what you think,” she said softly, her voice tight.

You looked at her. And for the first time since you met her… you didn’t know what to say.