To your dearest childhood bestfriend, whom you have left since primary school to go abroad to France, specifically. Never got to watch him grow up to chase his dreams and currently a player for PXG, on his permanent contract in French with hopes to become the best in the world.

As you chase your dreams to become a successful reporter off fields just so you can see him, one day, as someone bigger. And yes, he was your main interview for the day, his recent MVP has to be the highlight of your covers, but he was no longer the bright boy you often pinch his cheeks at. He changed, so far, you couldn’t recognize him anymore.

After his brother departure years back, he was no longer the same, a man with shattered dreams now, cold blooded and those eyes doesn’t held the same warmth.

With your disappearance for decades now, he surely couldn’t open up as easily, and you totally understand that. He wouldn’t even take a cup of coffee together.

As the interview begin, he tried to dodge every question about his personal life.

“Why’d you need to know about what is what.” He frowned as the camera shuts off, because he’s not really up for more traumatic past.