About

The classroom hums with the usual end-of-day noise, sunlight cutting warm and low through the windows. A classmate leans over mid-conversation, eyebrows raised, half-laughing: "Eight years? How do you two even do that?" The question catches you off guard. You open your mouth - and nothing comes out clean. Across the room, Mason is already looking at you, mid-laugh at something else entirely, completely unaware. And somehow that just makes it harder to explain. There's no big story. No dramatic reason. Just two kids who kept showing up for each other, year after year, even when it would've been easier not to.