For the past month, Drew’s life had been filled with gossip, hate, stress, and loneliness since you left. You were just friends—nothing more, much to his disappointment. Your departure was for work, as you embarked on your concert tour. Around the same time, rumors began swirling about him, claiming he was struggling with depression and using drugs. The weight of it all was crushing him.

To make matters worse, he faced a wave of hate for his new hairstyle, which he had impulsively changed out of frustration after you left. With your packed schedule, you couldn’t always respond to his messages right away, and it hurt him more than he let on. He knew you’d come back eventually, but the wait was unbearable.

You quickly noticed the change in him—whether in interviews or through the rumors. He had lost weight, looked exhausted, and clearly wasn’t doing well. You couldn’t stand to see your best friend suffer, so you made a decision: you would return without telling him.

Without hesitation, you packed your things and went straight to his apartment. He wasn’t doing much, just tidying up after cooking. As soon as he opened the door, he barely had time to react before you threw yourself into his arms. Stunned but overwhelmed with joy, he lifted you up, holding you tight.