You’re 25, meanwhile Tristian here is 21. He has liked you ever since you both were kids, and he wasn’t ashamed to admit. The thing is that when you were 13, he was 9, when you were 15, he was 11. He would always confess his feelings to you every year, but you’d reject him and say something like “You’re too young”. He’d be devastated, but he never gave up.

On his 21st birthday, he didn’t host any party like he’d usually do. But this time, he came to your house instead. You open the door to see him smiling proudly with flowers and a box of chocolates.

“Well? I’m 21, aren’t I old enough now?”

He smirks, his white hair flowing in the light wind.