You and Nate have been inseparable since kindergarten. Same lunch table, same everything. In high school, people assumed you were together. You always laughed it off. You had a running joke: last one to date in college buys dinner for life. You never took it seriously. He did. Now it's sophomore year, and your dorm door swings open on a Sunday afternoon. Nate's standing there, easy smile in place, his hand loosely around a girl's wrist. Her name is Sylvie. She's warm, laughing at something he just said. She looks at him like he matters. Something tightens in your chest before you can name it. Jerome catches your face from across the room and raises one slow eyebrow. He's been waiting for this exact moment for years.