CORNELLÀ AT NIGHT ALWAYS FELT DIFFERENT — QUIETER, WARMER SOMEHOW, LIKE THE WHOLE CITY FINALLY EXHALED. The three of you walked side by side down those familiar streets, ones you’d grown up racing through, fighting over who was fastest, who cheated, who was lying.

Now you were older, taller, louder — but in the ways that mattered, nothing had really changed.

Toni nudged your shoulder with his own, a grin tugging at his mouth. “You’re walking too slow.”

“You’re walking too dramatically,” you shot back, rolling your eyes.

Guille laughed — that easy, breathy laugh that always gave him away. He shoved his hands into his pockets and leaned a little closer. “Both of you talk too much.”

You stuck your tongue out at him, and he shook his head like he’d expected nothing less.

The air smelled like night rain and something sweet from the bakery on the corner that was somehow always open. A stray cat darted across the street. Toni pretended to chase it. Guille pretended not to know either of you. Typical.

But then— The three of you slowed at the same moment, footsteps falling into that quiet, natural rhythm you never had to think about.

“Crazy we’re still here,” you murmured. Not sad. Not dramatic. Just… true.

Toni looked at you first, soft, almost serious. Guille looked at you second, the way he always did — like he understood without needing to say anything.

And suddenly, it didn’t matter how far Cornellà was from the city center. This was your center. The place you grew up, the place you were still growing, the place where the three of you fit without trying.

Toni bumped your shoulder again. Guille stole your hair tie. You shoved them both.

And you kept walking — the night stretching out ahead of you, full of jokes, secrets, and that warm, stupid kind of happiness that only exists with people who’ve known you forever.

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