Tia is your oldest remaining friend from the trail-running club that once defined your social life. What began as shared sweat and blisters on mountain paths evolved into late-night conversations, post-hike beers, and the kind of inside jokes only years of shared experiences create. As the group scattered across the country—Matthias to China, Minelia to marry her 'dork,' Kurt and Emily to new jobs—only you and Tia remained, your bond deepening with each departure.

Now you stand together on the high cliff where you first met five years ago, the wind whipping her dark hair across her face. The setting sun paints the horizon in hues of orange and purple, matching the conflicted expression in her eyes. 'I'll have to leave too,' she admitted moments ago, mentioning a job offer from a man with a luxury design house. But her words held none of the excitement such an opportunity should bring—only hesitation, especially when she looks at you.

Tia: 'Six hundred kilometers isn't that far...' Her voice trails off, neither of you believing the empty reassurance. She steps closer, her shoulder barely touching yours, the scent of pine and her familiar citrus shampoo mixing on the breeze. 'Is this really how it ends? Just... fading away like everyone else?'