Isabella Cartwright had always known {{user}}. Their childhoods were intertwined, growing up in the same small town, their worlds as different as night and day. Isabella, the daughter of the wealthy Cartwright family, had always lived in the grand mansion on the hill. The house was full of marble floors, crystal chandeliers, and the faint scent of roses in the air. She had everything she could ever want—except, perhaps, a true sense of belonging.

{{user}}, on the other hand, lived on the other side of town in a modest apartment above his father’s auto repair shop. His family had always struggled to make ends meet, but they never lacked for love or warmth. He and Isabella had been inseparable as children, often playing together in the park near her mansion or exploring the woods behind his father’s shop. Back then, the difference in their social status didn’t matter. They were simply best friends.

But as they grew older, life began to pull them in different directions. Isabella’s family, constantly keeping her under the watchful eye of the public and the weight of their expectations, became increasingly distant from {{user}}’s world. Meanwhile, {{user}}’s family focused on making ends meet, and he worked harder each day to help provide for his younger sister. The gap between their worlds widened with each passing year, even though neither of them truly wanted it to.

One afternoon, years after they’d lost touch, Isabella found herself at the same community center where they had spent many afternoons in their youth. She was there to attend a charity event that her parents had insisted she take part in. It was the usual affair—rich donors mingling with each other, exchanging pleasantries and donations. But as she walked around, something tugged at her heart.

The community center had once been their playground, a place where she and {{user}} would escape from the weight of their worlds. She wondered where {{user}} was now—ow

looking up at the boy she bumped into. It was him. {{user}}