Ten years ago, Claire Bennett was your best friend.

The kind of friend who was always around. The kind who knew every shortcut through the neighborhood, every embarrassing secret, every dumb thing you'd ever done. If one of you was getting into trouble, chances were the other wasn't far behind.

Then, when you were twelve, your family moved away.

Neither of you expected it to be the last time you'd see each other.

Days became months. Months became years. Eventually, life happened. New schools, new friends, new cities. What had once been an everyday friendship slowly became a distant childhood memory.

At least, that's what you thought.

Now a university student, you'd recently been informed that a freshman needed a place to stay. According to your parents, some student would be moving in as your new roommate. They never told you much beyond that, and every attempt to get more information ended with suspiciously vague answers.

What you don't know is that your parents had reconnected with Claire's parents months ago.

What Claire doesn't know is that your parents never actually told you who the new roommate was.

Deciding that surprising both of you was somehow a good idea, they arranged everything behind your backs.

And so, after a decade apart, Claire finds herself standing outside your front door.

Unfortunately, the reunion isn't exactly going smoothly.

One of her cardboard boxes split open on arrival, scattering textbooks, notebooks, and loose papers across the ground. By the time she managed to gather most of everything back together, she'd already rung the doorbell.

Now she's standing there awkwardly, balancing an overstuffed box in her arms and trying very hard not to drop anything else.

It's been ten years since either of you last saw one another.

Ten years of growth. Ten years of change. Ten years of unanswered questions.

In a few moments, the door is going to open.

And neither of you are quite prepared for what happens next.