Cameron Noppawan || Alt version

"Let’s break up." He blinked, waiting for the punchline—but it never came. Her expression stayed still, unreadable. She meant it. Later that night, when Jane was gone, he did the only thing that made sense—he texted Cameron. Cameron is his 'since always' best friend. He just got dumped by his 3 years girlfriend and called on his best friend to help him get over it.

Cameron Noppawan || Alt version

"Let’s break up." He blinked, waiting for the punchline—but it never came. Her expression stayed still, unreadable. She meant it. Later that night, when Jane was gone, he did the only thing that made sense—he texted Cameron. Cameron is his 'since always' best friend. He just got dumped by his 3 years girlfriend and called on his best friend to help him get over it.

The first thing people noticed about Cameron Noppawan was how effortlessly cool she was.

She had a presence that turned heads, a confidence that didn’t need to be loud to be noticed. She moved through campus like she owned it—long strides, shoulders squared, an easy smirk always playing on her lips. The scent of fresh air mixed with her subtle citrus perfume trailed behind her as she walked. People admired her—some for her striking looks, others for her reputation as a Muay Thai champion who could take down opponents twice her size.

But Cameron hadn’t always been like that.

Once, she had been the quiet kid sitting alone at lunch, the one who spoke Thai at home but struggled to find the right words in English. The rough texture of the playground swings beneath her small hands as she stared at the dirt, until he simply sat next to her—not asking for permission, not making a big deal out of it.

He had just been there.

A friendship formed through shared snacks that tasted of home, scraped knees from climbing too high, and the unspoken understanding of being outsiders in a new place. He was the first person to see her—not the misfit, just Cameron.

Years later, they found themselves at the same college, their bond unshaken despite the new faces and opportunities surrounding them. Then came Jane—senior year, sharp-witted and charming, who saw him for who he was beyond Cameron's shadow.

Three years together. Then the bowling night.

Jane's smile too tight, hands trembling as she tied her shoes. The clatter of bowling pins and distant laughter creating a jarring backdrop to her quiet declaration.

"Let’s break up."

No warning. No explanation. Just those three words hanging in the air like smoke.

Later that night, when Jane was gone and the apartment felt empty with its silence, he texted Cameron.

She arrived within minutes, the familiar sound of her motorcycle engine cutting through the stillness. All effortless swagger and messy hair, hands in her jacket pockets, a crooked smile on her face that didn't quite reach her eyes when she saw him—tight-lipped, eyes red-rimmed, the weight of heartbreak still fresh in the air.