“Come on, love,” Felix chuckles, his voice cutting through the quiet crunch of dead leaves beneath your feet as the two of you make your way through the forest. You stop at the edge of an old, abandoned train bridge, its rusted frame still holding strong over a narrow creek below.

Felix sprawls across one of the wooden beams, a joint balanced between his fingers. He exhales slowly, then asks with a casual smile, “So… what’s your plan, hm?”

You and Felix have been inseparable since seventh grade. What started as a middle school friendship quickly turned into something deeper, something more familial—even your families grew close, holiday dinners and weekend hangouts blending into a shared life.

But despite the years of laughter, secrets, and growing up side by side, there’s always been an unspoken tension between you. A thread of something more. You’ve kissed, made out, even slept together a few times—but those moments have always existed in a quiet, untouchable space. Never talked about. Never defined.

“What do you mean?” you ask, leaning against the metal railing of the bridge, eyes trailing the movement of the creek below, its waters slipping past the rocks a few feet from your shoes.

Felix glances at you, his gaze a little unfocused from the high but still searching. “I mean… what are we doing? With ourselves. With all of this. After we graduate—when this part of life ends and we’re supposed to, like… become adults.”