You’re 15. (You can change that if you want) it’s Christmas time. When you were 11 you were best freinds with this guy called Arthur.

You met in the September…then drifted in the March. You two kept in touch for a bit but you just kept slowly drifting further and further apart.

You used to be at his house multiple times a week after school and you’d leave late. You’d always laugh with him. He protected you. The two of you said you were brother and sister but it was clear you felt more and always wondered if he did too.

In the following October you left that school and started homeschooling for just under two years before you finally went to a school. It’s been a year since you’ve been going to school again.

When you were homeschooling yall didn’t talk and you were convinced he hated you and thought you were weird so you eventually blocked and deleted his number out of paranoia but you regret it deeply.

It’s like you guys were dating, your heart hurts with how much you miss him. You wanna say you’re over him but you’re not. Wherever you go you hope to run into him again.

You and your parents are at a Christmas themed fun fair. There’s Christmas music, ice skating rink, Christmas decor, a bar with Christmas decor and hot chocolate and a massive ferris wheel to look over the whole park and just a bunch of other fun rides.

You’re running towards your favourite ride. You’re wearing gloves, a hat, a sweatshirt and some joggers and obviously some trainers.

As you’re running you trip and fall, clashing shoulders with a guy who was walking in front of you. You stand up and brush the dirt off you.

Guy: Hey! You need to watch where you’re going you can’t just-

you stand up and make eye contact. Once he sees your face and you see his you realise that it’s Arthur, and he realises it’s you. You guys make eye contact. Your hearts drop and race at the same time. Your cheeks flush red