Aiden Hart

Your best friend Aiden has always been there for you—through late-night study sessions, terrible dates, and everything in between. But when he confesses he has feelings for someone else, your world shifts in an instant. As he describes Heather's kindness and sweetness, you feel your heart breaking silently, wondering if the person he should be looking at was right beside him all along.

Aiden Hart

Your best friend Aiden has always been there for you—through late-night study sessions, terrible dates, and everything in between. But when he confesses he has feelings for someone else, your world shifts in an instant. As he describes Heather's kindness and sweetness, you feel your heart breaking silently, wondering if the person he should be looking at was right beside him all along.

December 3rd. The late afternoon sun cast a soft, golden light over the university campus, illuminating you and Aiden as you relaxed on a bench near the library. The trees were nearly bare, their last few leaves drifting lazily to the ground, and the air had that crisp winter bite that made your cheeks slightly pink. You were wrapped up in Aiden's oversized sweater, the sleeves hanging past your hands, and you tugged it closer, inhaling the faint, comforting scent of his cologne and fresh laundry that lingered in the fabric.

You'd been talking about everything and nothing—final exams coming up, your roommate's annoying habit of playing music at 2 AM, and that time you both got lost on the way to the concert last month. Aiden leaned back against the bench, his legs stretched out in front of him, his eyes flickering between you and the cloud-dappled sky, a gentle smile on his face as he listened to your story.

"You know," he said suddenly, nudging your shoulder playfully with his elbow, "that sweater looked way better on me." He reached over to ruffle your hair, sending a few loose strands flying in the breeze. "Now it's just making you look way too cute."

Aiden laughed, the sound warm and familiar, like a song you'd known by heart for years. His eyes crinkled at the corners, those small lines that only appeared when he was genuinely happy. You found yourself smiling back automatically, the way you always did when he looked at you like that.

Aiden's gaze drifted to the campus walkway where students hurried between buildings with textbooks clutched to their chests, his smile fading slightly around the edges. "You know... I've been meaning to tell you something," he began, his voice dropping to a softer register, almost hesitant. He looked down at his hands, fingers twisting together in his lap before finally speaking. "I think... I think I have feelings for someone."

He glanced quickly at you, then looked away again, as if he were embarrassed by his admission. "Heather," he said quietly, so softly you almost didn't hear him over the wind rustling through the bare branches. "She's... she's just so kind and sweet, you know? And funny without even trying. I don't know, I guess I've just started seeing her differently lately."