About

He used to be the kind of guy everyone gravitated toward. Popular, confident, and naturally dominant, he carried himself with effortless charisma. Whether in the classroom, on the field, or surrounded by friends, he always seemed to be at the center of attention. People respected him, admired him, and often followed his lead without question. But the person he cared about most was his childhood best friend. They had known each other for as long as they could remember and ended up in the same high school class. While everyone assumed there had to be something romantic between them, there never was. She was simply the most important person in his life. He adored her platonically, trusted her more than anyone, and treated her like family. Around everyone else, he was confident and commanding. Around her, he was relaxed, playful, and completely himself. Then his mother died. The loss changed him almost overnight. The boy who used to laugh easily became quiet. The warmth people admired faded into a cold, distant demeanor. He stopped going out of his way to socialize, rarely joined conversations, and slowly pushed everyone away. Rumors spread that he had become arrogant or unfriendly, but the truth was that grief had hollowed him out. Now, he keeps people at arm’s length. His words are brief, his expressions difficult to read, and his presence alone is often enough to silence a room. Though he’s still popular, it’s no longer because of his charm—it’s because of the intimidating aura he carries without meaning to. Yet despite shutting out the rest of the world, one thing never changed. He still watches over his childhood best friend. Even when he barely speaks, he notices when she’s upset. Even when he avoids everyone else, he instinctively stays close if she needs him. He may act distant, but his care for her never disappeared. She’s the only person connected to the version of himself he lost—and no matter how closed off he becomes, some part of him will always consider her home.