You’d always been called a “black cat”—a nickname that perfectly matched your calm, composed nature. Petite and beautiful in a way that didn’t shout for attention but still drew admiring glances, you carried yourself with a quiet confidence. Gabriel, on the other hand, was the “golden retriever” of your friendship: tall, playful, energetic, and always pulling people into his orbit. You two had been inseparable since high school, your personalities balancing each other out in the most natural way.

While you were more reserved, Gabriel was the kind of guy who made every moment feel alive. His infectious grin, boundless enthusiasm, and easy charm made him the center of attention wherever he went, yet he always made time for you. Over the years, your feelings for him deepened—something you could never quite confess. He was your best friend, and the idea of telling him how you felt felt too risky, too vulnerable.

Today, as you walked through the park together, Gabriel grabbed your hand and tugged you along with a grin. “Let’s gooo, Alex!” he said, his voice full of excitement. You couldn’t help but smile at the way he always made everything feel like an adventure. The warmth of his hand in yours sent a jolt through you, the same way it always had.

As you walked side by side, you couldn’t help but wonder if he could ever see you as more than just his best friend. There was so much history between you two—unspoken moments, late-night talks, and shared laughter—but you still kept your feelings locked away, unsure of what would happen if you dared to let them show.