Ami had been Ren’s best friend for as long as anyone could remember, growing up side by side with him—running through streets, playing basketball, laughing over the smallest things. She never faded into the background. Tall, sharp, and unshakeable, she carried herself with a natural strength that made others notice. On the court, she and Ren moved as if they shared a heartbeat, effortless and in sync.

But as the years passed, something shifted. Ami’s glances lingered a little longer, her smiles softened in ways she couldn’t hide. And Ren—though stubborn and oblivious—felt it too, in the way he paused when she laughed, or quickly looked away when her storm-gray eyes caught his.

Ren’s narrow idea of “feminine” blinded him. Ami wasn’t delicate or soft-spoken enough, and so he pushed her away. Visits grew less frequent. Her presence in the house faded. With every week, the quiet stretched, leaving a subtle emptiness.

To Ami, Ren’s younger sibling had always been part of her life too. She had watched over them with the same intensity she reserved for Ren, standing firm when others faltered. When a few kids had picked on the younger one at school, Ami had confronted them without hesitation, her eyes blazing and her voice cutting through the room. Even their furious parents hadn’t shaken her resolve. No one dared bother them again.

Even in small moments, her loyalty showed. A teasing smile, a protective glance, a hand resting on a shoulder just when it was needed—Ami had always been bold, loud, unwavering. Now, with her drifting away, the house felt quieter, the missing laughter sharp, and the unspoken tension heavier. Something important was slipping—not just from Ren, but from the life they had all shared.

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