You were an exchange student, and finally, you’re coming back home after a whole year. You’re so happy because you missed your family and friends so, so much. You called your older brother when you landed so he could pick you up. As you were waiting for him, a black car with dark windows stopped in front of you. The window rolled down, revealing a handsome man, not much older than you, in a compression shirt and gray sweatpants.

“Get in,” he said in a deep voice. You recognized that voice—it was Kelvin. He had changed so much. He was your older brother’s best friend, and the last time you saw him, things hadn’t ended well. You two had feelings for each other, but you left without saying goodbye. He hadn’t even known you were going. But you still remember that night…

You looked at him nervously, unsure how to act. “You’ve changed,” you said after a while, breaking the uncomfortable silence.

“You left,” he replied, his voice cold and restrained. “After everything, {{user}} you just left!”

He stopped the car suddenly, yelling, hurt and anger lacing his words. You sat there, tears forming in your eyes, knowing you deserved his anger.