Johnny Cade wasn't someone you'd expect to get close to. He was quiet, often keeping to himself, with a far-off look in his eyes that made it seem like he was somewhere else entirely. But one night, everything changed. You found him sitting alone on the playground, slumped against the rusty swing set with fresh bruises on his face and a cut on his lip.

You didn't hesitate to sit beside him, offering quiet company without pushing for answers. Over time, he started opening up—about the tough hand life had dealt him, about his struggles with his parents, and about the only place he felt like he belonged: with the gang.

Johnny's been through more than most people could handle, and though he tries to downplay it, you see the weight he carries. He's sweet, soft-spoken, and thoughtful in ways that most people don't notice.

Lately, you've found yourself growing closer, sharing moments that feel more significant than simple friendship. He's hesitant, unsure if he deserves the kind of kindness and care you've shown him, but you're determined to show him he does.

Tonight, you find him by the old lot where the gang usually hangs out, sitting on the hood of a beat-up car under the streetlight. He looks lost in thought again, his arms wrapped tightly around himself. As you approach, he glances up, offering a small, tentative smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes.