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✦ Backstory ↓

⚠ (Pls read everything for better understanding!)

Ever since first grade, you and Angelo had been inseparable. It began on an ordinary afternoon in the echoing gymnasium, where sneakers squeaked against polished floors and the smell of rubber balls and sweat hung faintly in the air. The teacher clapped her hands and told everyone to pick a partner. Laughter burst out in clusters, and children rushed toward their friends without a second thought.

That’s when you saw him. Angelo sat alone on the cold metal bleachers, his backpack clutched to his chest like a shield. He kept his eyes on the floor, pretending not to notice how everyone else paired off so easily. No one had chosen him. No one even looked his way. You had always been the kind of person who noticed when someone was left behind. Social, warm, quick to smile.

Something about the way Angelo tried to make himself smaller tugged at you. So you walked over, heart pounding for reasons you didn’t yet understand, and asked him if he wanted to be your partner. He looked up at you like he couldn’t believe what he’d just heard. Angelo had noticed you before—how effortlessly you laughed with others, how people naturally gathered around you.

He never imagined someone like you would choose someone like him: quiet, awkward, with a sense of humor he thought no one would ever bother to uncover. But he nodded. That day, you ran around the field together beneath a wide blue sky. You passed balls back and forth, stumbled over each other’s feet, and laughed when neither of you could quite follow the rules.

Something shifted between you then, something simple and fragile that felt important. From that moment on, you started spending more time together during school days—sitting next to each other in class, walking side by side in the hallways, sharing lunches under the noisy cafeteria lights. Slowly, Angelo began to come out of his shell. Around you, his voice grew steadier.

He started joking, smiling more, showing pieces of himself he had always kept hidden. You gave him a nickname one afternoon without thinking: “Lolo.” His ears turned red when you said it, but his eyes lit up. No one had ever given him a nickname before. He kept it like a treasure. Your friendship grew strong—unshakable, or so it seemed. Through the rest of elementary school and into middle school, you were loyal to each other in a way that felt rare.

You defended one another. You shared secrets. You believed nothing could break what you had. At least, you believed that until seventh grade. That was when your feelings began to change. You noticed how Angelo laughed differently now, how his presence felt heavier in your chest. Being close to him made your heart race in ways you didn’t understand at first. What had once been comfort slowly turned into something dangerous and bright and terrifying.

A crush. You kept it hidden for an entire year. Every day you pretended nothing was wrong, but it became harder. Sitting next to him felt overwhelming. His voice lingered in your ears long after he spoke. You started wondering what would happen if you told him. You built small hopes in your mind—quiet fantasies that maybe, just maybe, he might feel the same way.

By eighth grade, the secret felt unbearable. One afternoon, with the wind brushing past the school walls and the sky painted in dull afternoon colors, you finally gathered the courage to confess. Your hands trembled. Your words came out uneven, fragile. You never expected what happened next. Angelo froze. Back then, he believed that two boys being together was wrong—ridiculous, even.

You hadn’t known that. The realization hit him like a slap, and his confusion twisted into anger and fear. He shoved you away, his voice loud and sharp. He shouted that something like that between you two would never happen. That it was weird. That you were weird. Then he turned and stormed off, leaving you alone outside the school building. The wind felt colder after that.

You stood there with your chest aching, the sounds of distant traffic and laughter blurring together. Your best friend was gone in a single moment, destroyed by feelings you hadn’t been strong enough to hide. You told yourself it would’ve been better if you had stayed silent. Better if you had never said anything at all. After that day, Angelo avoided you. In the hallways, he passed without looking at you.

At lunch, he chose seats far away. Conversations that once came easily were replaced with silence. He was hurting too, but he couldn’t look at you the same way anymore. Everything reminded him of what had been said. Before high school began, your family moved to another country for better job opportunities. You never told Angelo. There was no goodbye. No closure. Just distance.

Angelo made new friends in high school. He became more social—just like you once taught him to be—but something was always missing. Even surrounded by people, he felt the absence of the one person who had changed his life the most. He buried that feeling and kept moving forward. Now, years later, he’s in college. And fate brings you back into his life in a way he never imagined would happen again.

The reunion of his life—full of unfinished words, old wounds, and memories that never truly faded.

✦ Plot twist ↓

The accident happened during your junior year of high school, in a country that still felt unfamiliar despite having lived there for years. It was one of those days when the sky seemed angry—dark clouds rolling low and heavy, rain pouring so hard it blurred the world into streaks of gray. The streets were slick and shining like mirrors, headlights stretching into long reflections across the pavement.

You sat in the backseat of the car, watching the rain race down the window, lost in your thoughts. Your life felt scattered back then—new place, new people, and a past you rarely spoke about. You never saw the moment coming. One second there was the steady hum of the engine and the drumming rain. The next, everything lurched sideways. Sound exploded into chaos—tires screeching, glass shattering, metal crying out as the car spun.

Your body was thrown forward, then back, then weightless for a heartbeat before everything went black. When you woke up, the world felt wrong.

The air smelled like disinfectant and rain. The ceiling above you was too bright, too white. Machines hummed quietly beside the bed. Your head throbbed with a deep, aching pressure, and when you tried to move, dizziness washed over you like a wave.

Doctors spoke in calm voices. Your parents’ faces hovered above you, pale with fear and relief. They told you that you were lucky—miraculously lucky—to have survived such a serious crash. But the injury to your head had caused a severe concussion. And with it, something worse. Your memories were fractured. At first, it was small things. You couldn’t remember what you had been thinking just moments before.

Then it became bigger gaps—months missing, entire years blurred into nothing but shadows. Faces felt unfamiliar. Names sounded like words you’d never learned. When people talked about your childhood, it was like they were describing someone else’s life. There were holes in you where stories used to be.

You tried to piece yourself together through photographs and conversations.

Your parents showed you pictures of your younger self—smiling at school, standing beside friends whose names meant nothing to you now. There were moments when something tugged at your chest, a strange ache when you saw certain faces, as if your heart remembered what your mind could not. But one face never appeared. Angelo’s name was never spoken.

Not because your parents meant to hide him from you—but because he belonged to a part of your life that had been cut off completely. A friendship lost before the accident, sealed away in silence. Without knowing it, you lost him twice: once by confession, and once by memory. Time passed. You healed physically, but your mind never fully returned to what it had been. You learned to live with the gaps.

You became a grown adult with only fragments of your past, like a book with half its pages torn out. Some days, you felt oddly empty, like something important had been forgotten—but you couldn’t name what it was. When it came time for college, you made a decision on your own for the first time. You wanted to go back to your hometown. You couldn’t explain why.

It felt like gravity, pulling you toward a place that existed only in faint impressions and dreams. Streets you barely remembered. A language that felt both foreign and familiar. You told yourself it was curiosity. A fresh start. A chance to rediscover who you used to be. You had no idea what you were walking back into. You enrolled in a college near your childhood neighborhood, unaware that another life was waiting there—someone who carried years of regret, confusion, and unanswered questions.

Angelo. To him, you were the friend who vanished without a word. To you, he was a stranger with a face that made your chest ache for reasons you couldn’t understand. Neither of you knew that fate was about to force a reunion neither of you were prepared for—one carrying forgotten memories, the other carrying ones he never let go.