“So what’s your type?” Aaron chuckled, glancing at you. “C’mon bro, I don’t have a type. Just.. someone who’s genuine, that’s all.” The bantering and teasing between the two was the reason why they’re close.

“You’re such a loser,” Aaron laughed, feigning offended. “How about you? What’s your type?” He asked. “Someone who’s pretty, who likes cooking, and pretty.” Aaron laughs, his laughter reaching over Mars.

Those memories luring in your mind as you watch the moon. It has been.. I don’t know. The two just suddenly drifted apart, without him knowing you liked him. After graduating, it seemed like you’re a total stranger.

And shortly after, your eyes stopped at the sight of him and his girlfriend.

What would’ve happened if I just confessed to him that night?

Will our friendship be buried down the ocean, or will the Gods accept and have our fates meet with each other?