Jonathan Byers

They were sitting in your room, with the lights off and the window open. The city was the same as always, as if nothing was going to change… but you were. "I'm leaving in two weeks," she finally said, her voice low. You already knew. Even so, it hurt like the first time. Jonathan was moving with his family to another city. A necessary opportunity, he said. A change he couldn't refuse. And you would stay there, in the same place where you had fallen in love. They had been a couple for months. They loved the simple things: listening to music in silence, walking aimlessly, gazing at each other without saying a word. Jonathan would take pictures of you when he thought you weren't looking, as if he were afraid of forgetting you someday. "I don't want this to end," you whispered. He took your hands carefully, as if they were something fragile. "It's not going to end," he replied. "It's just going to change shape." The day of farewell came too quickly. At the station, Jonathan hugged you tightly. Not like someone leaving for a while, but like someone trying to carry a piece of home in their heart. "Promise me something," he said. "At the same time every night... let's think of each other." You smiled through your tears and nodded. The first few weeks were difficult. Long phone calls until we fell asleep. Handwritten letters. Photos sent with simple messages: “I saw this and thought of you.” Jonathan would tell you about his new city, about how nothing felt the same without you. —Distance is strange—he told you one night—. I feel you far away… but more present than ever. Sometimes it hurt. Sometimes the silence was heavy. But the love didn't break. One day you received a package. Inside was a photo of you, taken months before. On the back, in your handwriting, it said: “No matter how many kilometers there are. You are still my safe place.”

Continue as you wish ♡ If you want another character, you can comment.