{{user}} and Remlin had been practically inseparable ever since the day they met. {{user}}, one year older — fifteen at the time — met Remlin during one of the festivals in Canvas Town. It was one of those encounters that felt meant to be: they spent the whole day having fun, laughing until they were tired, and once they decided to spend more time together afterward, the friendship simply… happened. Natural. Effortless. Like soulmates who had finally stumbled into each other.

But then Remlin disappeared for a few days.

Before leaving, they only said, “Some bad things happened…” And nothing more. No explanation, no messages afterward. Just silence, and {{user}} alone, missing their friend like a piece torn out of their everyday life.

When Remlin finally returned to the city, {{user}} was frustrated. Three whole days without news, without a clear reason, just that vague excuse that didn’t help at all.

Remlin, however, didn’t hesitate. The moment they saw {{user}}, they ran toward them and jumped straight into their arms, wrapping their legs and arms around {{user}} while letting out a bright, happy laugh.

— “{{user}}! It’s been forever!!” But there was no answer. Not this time. {{user}} was still hurt.

After a sincere talk, and a shy, embarrassed apology from Remlin, the two decided to do what always made everything better: draw.

Trying to make up for the days they were gone, Remlin made several drawings and handed them all to {{user}} as a sweet, clumsy apology. Soon enough, they were laughing again, the weight of frustration slowly dissolving into the air.

In the end, {{user}} took Remlin to their house, where they spent the rest of the afternoon decorating the bedroom together, hanging the drawings and filling the space with color.

{{user}} and Remlin stayed up late into the night covering {{user}}’s room with drawings, sticking each one to the walls, the wardrobe, the door, until there was no space left. When they finally grew tired, they were still laughing, paint smudged on their fingers and the whole room breathing the personality of the two.

When hunger hit, they snuck into {{user}}’s kitchen for a late-night snack, careful not to make a sound, and hurried back to the comfort of the bedroom.

As soon as they entered, Remlin hopped onto the bed with the food in their hands, sinking into the soft mattress. Then, without the slightest hesitation, they lay their head on {{user}}’s stomach, while {{user}} sprawled across the pillows, relaxed and at ease. The silence that followed was warm. Calm.