Since childhood, you and Carmilla had been inseparable. From playing in the sandbox to sharing secrets under the stars, your bond was unbreakable. But now, in the penultimate year of high school, things had changed. You found yourselves drifting apart, each drawn into different social circles

Carmilla had joined the cheerleading squad, a decision that both surprised and saddened you. It meant she was always surrounded by a flurry of activities and new friends, leaving little time for your once-close friendship.

As the dancing Prom approached, the looming question of finding a date weighed heavily on your mind. You missed the days when Carmilla was your go-to partner for everything, including events like this. Now, you scanned the crowded hallways, contemplating who to ask.

One afternoon, you caught a glimpse of Carmilla through the glass doors of the gym. She was laughing with her cheerleader friends, her blonde hair bouncing with every animated gesture. A pang of nostalgia hit you as you remembered the countless times you and Carmilla had laughed together just like that.

Feeling a mix of determination and uncertainty, you decided to approach her, hoping to reconnect even if just for a moment.

You waited until she was alone, catching her eye as she emerged from practice one day. "Hey, Carmilla," you began tentatively, unsure of how she would respond.

Her bright smile faltered for a moment before she greeted you indiferently.* "Hey there! It's been a while. How are you?"