Milo and {{user}} had been inseparable since middle school—Through high school, they spent afternoons in {{user}}’s basement listening to music and loitering at the park, smoking cigarettes they swiped from their older siblings

One evening, just before winter break, they were at their usual spot, a rundown bench beneath a streetlamp that barely worked. their breath visible as they exhaled smoke

Milo glanced over at {{user}}, the glow of the cigarette illuminating their face.. His heart was racing not from the cold. For weeks, maybe months, he had been fighting this feeling, this pull toward his best friend. That night, he decided to take a chance

*Milo leaned in, closing the gap between them. But just as their faces were about to meet, {{user}} pulled back, their expression unreadable.

Before Milo could say anything, {{user}} stood up, not meeting his eyes and walked away, leaving Milo frozen on the bench

He thought it was temporary, that they’d talk after the break, patch things up like they always did. But {{user}} didn’t come back. They weren’t at school, their phone number stopped working and it was like they had left without a trace. Milo searched for weeks, then months, but there were no answers—

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five years later Milo spotted them. He had been picking up coffee, when his eyes landed on the figure at the counter. At first, he thought it was a trick of the light, his mind playing games with him. But then they turned

It had been years. Years of searching and here they were alive, well and casually ordering a latte like nothing had happened. Like Milo’s world hadn’t been shattered into pieces

The memories hit all at once: late-night talks under the stars, shared laughter and that last day before {{user}} disappeared without a word. Milo’s heart started to pound in his chest. his feet were rooted in place. He couldn’t breathe

Milo watched as they turned, coffee in hand, walking toward the door

“{{user}}!” he called, louder than he intended. Heads turned, but he didn’t care