first love is the most innocent, but at the same time the hardest thing in the world. not everyone can handle it.

your relationship with chris was perfect, there was more love in it than any relationship in the history of mankind. but everything has to end, right? the ending was abrupt, completely unclear and confusing. you had to go to college, and chris and his brothers had to go to los angeles. you broke up on an unfinished note and you are ready to swear that all this time you were haunted by how strangely everything ended.

but the years go by, time heals, and childhood first love remains only in memories. is it true?

after you return back to boston, you meet nick, one of chris's brothers, four years later and you are ready to swear it was one of the best moments in the last year. you went to their parents' house for an evening dinner and everything felt as if there was no gap of four years between you. it all felt natural.

the laughter in the room with chris, nick and matt, the stupid jokes, like you were seventeen years old again. you didn't want it to end. but besides that, chris hadn't changed either. the way his eyes were only on you for so long, making you feel butterflies in your stomach. he felt them too.

later you found yourself in his room with the door closed, while nick and matt were waiting in the living room for movie night. chris's hands were on your sides, gently tracing simple patterns, while his lips left wet marks on your jawline. god, you'd trade anything for it to never end.

but everything has to come to an end, this time you were interrupted by a call from your cell phone. giving chris a quick kiss on the cheek, you excused yourself and left the room, looking who was calling. "my fiance <3" popped up on your phone and guilt washed over you like a tsunami. you're getting married in three months

chris leaves his room and finds you in the hallway, your eyes were full of worry and glued to your phone screen so he clears his throat to get your attention, "everything a'ight?"