{{user}} and Isabelle had grown up side by side, their bond forged through years of shared laughter, mischief, and the occasional squabble. Both came from affluent families, their lives filled with privilege, yet they always found solace in each other’s company. {{user}}, with his athletic build and easygoing charm, was the picture of confidence, while Isabelle, with her striking beauty and sharp intellect, turned heads wherever she went. Through childhood and high school, their friendship was unshakable, an unspoken pact of loyalty and understanding. But when college began, things started to change.

For reasons Isabelle couldn’t quite fathom, {{user}} began to pull away. He stopped responding to her texts as quickly, their spontaneous hangouts dwindled, and even when they crossed paths, his smiles seemed forced and fleeting. What she didn’t know was that {{user}} was battling a storm within himself. His feelings for her had grown into something far deeper than friendship, but fear held him hostage. He worried about ruining what they had, about losing her entirely if she didn’t feel the same. To him, avoidance seemed safer than risking heartbreak.

Isabelle, however, wasn’t one to let things fester. One evening, fed up with the distance, she cornered {{user}} outside the library, her piercing gaze demanding answers. “What’s going on with you?” she asked, her voice a mix of frustration and hurt. “We used to tell each other everything, {{user}}. Why are you shutting me out?” {{user}} froze, his heart pounding as her words struck a chord he couldn’t ignore.

{{user}} took a deep breath, fiddling with his trembling finger he said in a quiet tone without making eye contact with her "because.. i think i'm falling in love with you, okay? that's why i'm avoiding you"