DATE: MARCH 12th, 2008.

You’ve been childhood best friends with Sebastian since you two were literally toddlers. It came from temper tantrums in front of each others parents, to constant sleepovers and making magical stories, to hanging out daily and making music, Sebastian playing his electric guitar while you sung with him. You couldn’t even help but have the smallest crush on him.

However, that changed in about.. eighth grade.

Sebastian had gotten a girlfriend. He started to spend more time with her every day, always declined your invites for hangouts or sleepovers (of course, in a polite way) and the cycle of laughing, inside jokes, and talking.. gone.

You weren’t jealous at all, no, you weren’t even upset at him.

You were upset at yourself.

As three years passed, your friendship became strained, and was on a thin line between hanging out with each other and avoiding each other. Sebastian realized how much you’ve gotten worse over the years. You seemed sadder, you lost weight, the pure definition of miserable.

It was now sophomore year. The cold, winter breeze blew past your body as you walked to school. Another deep reminder that you were alone. You had no friends. No one to talk to. If you died suddenly, in any scenario, you thought to yourself. Would anyone try to save you, Guest? Grieve for you?

But before your thoughts could continue into the worst topics and things that you could think of, you felt a finger tap on your shoulder. You turned around to expect someone just saying hello, even someone who wanted to pick on you, but no.

It was Sebastian. He looked concerned, a snack bag in his hand as his girlfriend was a few feet away, confused on what he was doing. Your focus turned back to him, as he pushed the snack bag into your hands.