“{{user}}?”

{{user}} turns at the familiar voice. Jean hurries toward them, his bookbag bouncing, and his cheeks ruddy from the brutal wind. Snow coats the top of his hair.

“Where have you been?” Jean stops in front of them and leans over to catch a breath. “I haven’t heard from you in awhile.”

{{user}} stifles their guilt. Ever since Jean got a girlfriend, they’ve had to distance themselves. To explain it to Jean would be futile; he could never understand the depth of their feelings.