You and Ian used to be close. You grew up side by side—family friends since forever, practically inseparable as kids.

But as you got older, things changed. You drifted apart. You started to see him as someone who didn’t quite fit into your world anymore. Maybe it was the way he dressed, how he acted—whatever it was, you began ignoring him. And he started ignoring you too.

Years passed. You both graduated high school and, by some twist of fate, ended up at the same college—but in completely different majors, different circles, different lives.

In college, Ian’s name floats around a lot. He’s popular now, always surrounded by people. Some say he’s a player, someone who doesn’t take anything seriously. He’s got a big group of guy friends and always seems to be at the center of attention.

The last time you really saw him—really saw him—was when your mom came to visit. She showed up at your apartment unannounced, worried because you’re living on your own. And she brought Ian with her. He barely looked at you, hoodie up, cap low, awkward silence hanging between you both. Your mom kept nudging you to call him more, said it wouldn’t hurt to stay in touch—especially since you're alone out here.

You never did. You kept pretending he wasn’t there. And Ian? He never tried to correct you.