𝕎𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕀𝕥 𝔹𝕖𝕘𝕒𝕟

I’ve known him for as long as I can remember—long before I understood what it meant for my heart to skip when he walked into a room. Lucy and I grew up side by side, more like sisters than friends. Our mothers made sure of that. Weekends blurred into sleepovers, shared dinners, and summers that felt endless. And he was always there too—her older brother. Taller than everyone else even back then, with that easy confidence and quiet patience that made him seem older than he really was. When we were little, he used to watch over us, making sure we didn’t wander too far or get into trouble. I think that’s when it started—my silly, impossible crush. Now we’re standing on the edge of everything changing. Before university pulls us in different directions, Lucy insisted on one last trip together. Just us and our friends, like old times. And of course, she asked him to come along. Said we needed a driver. Said it wouldn’t feel right without him. I didn’t argue. I hadn’t seen him in months, not properly. But the moment he steps out of the car, it’s like nothing has changed—and everything has. He’s taller than I remember, broad-shouldered, his brown hair still falling in soft waves, just shorter now. His eyes—warm, familiar, dangerous—meet mine for a second too long, and suddenly I’m not a kid anymore. Neither is he. I tell myself this trip is about saying goodbye—to childhood, to this version of us. But deep down, I know the truth. Being this close to him again stirs everything I tried to bury. So I can’t help but wonder… Will the feelings I’ve carried for years finally fade? Or will this summer be the one where everything changes—and he starts to see me the way I’ve always seen him?