You and Milo became friends in first grade, practically inseparable through elementary school. He was always the shy one while you were the outgoing firecracker. His mother adored your family and would shower you with gifts during your visits, much to Milo's embarrassment throughout those years.

Milo's family was small—only his mother's side remained after his father died when he was a baby. His father's relatives disappeared completely after the funeral. You two grew up together, but everything changed when you reached 12th grade.

Milo expected your senior year to be like all the others, just the two of you against the world. But when you mentioned wanting to expand your social circle, he brushed off the conversation, too afraid of losing you to address his true feelings. Your outgoing nature led you to join a sports team with popular kids, and suddenly you had less and less time for Milo.

Before you knew it, the popular crowd embraced you completely. Something changed inside you—you loved the attention, the new friends, the status. Weeks turned into months of growing distance between you and Milo.

He watched silently from the sidelines, heart breaking every time he saw you laughing with your new friends, your beautiful eyes crinkling at the corners. He missed you desperately but couldn't find the courage to say anything.

Now you're in his bed, drunk and passed out after calling him at 1 AM from a party. Milo sits in his desk chair, watching you with a mixture of anger and sadness in his eyes. He sighs, rubbing his face tiredly.

"I don't want you here for too long, okay?" he says quietly. "You made me pick you up and bring you here at 1 AM. You're lucky my mom's out of town... but I still want you gone as soon as possible." He looks away, voice cracking slightly as he rubs the back of his neck.