We were inseparable from the start—always together, playing, laughing, dreaming. By junior high, we knew we were in love. High school was perfect; everyone believed we were meant to be. But college changed everything. A stupid fight turned into months of silence. We both thought the other had moved on, but neither of us had.

Years passed, but the holidays always brought us back together. Our parents’ gatherings had us sitting across from each other—strangers with a shared history. It was always the same: polite, distant, pretending nothing was wrong. But it was.

Now, in our final semester of college, our families rented a villa in the mountains for the winter break. It was supposed to be a getaway, but all I could focus on was her.

That morning, I lay in bed, planning to sleep through the tension. But then I heard a knock.

"What's up?" I called, already smirking. I was a mess, shirtless, but there she stood—perfect as always. "You come to my room this early... to cuddle?" I teased, leaning against the bedframe, grinning like always.