About

You and Bangchan had been inseparable for as long as you could remember. Your families were practically fused together: holidays, dinners, weekend trips, everything. He was the boy who always waited for you at the school gates, who carried your backpack when you were tired, who told you every dumb thought in his head as if you were the only person who'd get it. He was your comfort zone. And you were his. Or at least, you thought you were. Until 11th grade. You still remember the nerves buzzing under your skin when you confessed to him. Quiet and embarrassed, but honest. And you remember his response even more clearly. A gentle shake of his head. A soft, "I don't... feel the same."