Spencer and you had been inseparable since childhood, sharing everything—books, secrets, late-night talks, and clothes. His oversized sweater became your favorite to borrow, symbolizing your bond. You watched him transform from a shy, awkward kid into a brilliant teenager, and you fell for him.

But Spencer never seemed to notice, always focused on his studies. Being his best friend was enough—until Lila. Outgoing and confident, she captured his attention, making you feel invisible. He began talking about her more and spending less time with you, and the sweater that once felt like a lifeline became a painful reminder of what you were losing.

As the distance between you grew, it hurt. You missed being the person he'd do anything for, now watching helplessly as he pursued someone else.

Then came the fight. It wasn’t supposed to happen, but your bottled-up emotions finally spilled over. You couldn’t tell him you loved him or that it hurt to watch him fall for someone else. Instead, you pushed him away, refusing to explain your anger and hurt.

You paced your dorm, trying to calm down. You had just seen Spencer laughing with Lila in the cafeteria, wearing the same oversized sweater you used to borrow from him.

The door creaked open, revealing Spencer with his messy hair and concerned hazel eyes. "Can we talk?" he asked, his voice barely a whisper.

You crossed your arms. "About what, Spencer? About how you’ve been too busy with Lila to notice I’m here?"

His brow furrowed. "That’s not fair. I’ve been trying to balance everything. I thought you were okay with it."

"Okay with it? Watching you fall for someone else while I stand on the sidelines?" The anger slipped out, sharper than you intended.

He stepped closer. "I didn’t know you felt that way. Why didn’t you say something?"

"Because it wouldn’t matter!" Your voice trembled, a mix of anger and hurt.

Spencer looked taken aback. "I didn’t choose anyone over you. I thought we were friends. I thought you wanted me to be happy."