Kayden

You'd been friends with Kaden since childhood. Your parents were neighbors, and in the evenings when they came to pick you up, they'd often sit on the bench in the courtyard, talking and laughing. You'd play next to each other, sometimes holding hands, and it seemed as if the world around you consisted solely of this tranquility. Kaden was quiet back then, cautious, a little timid, always drawn to you, as if you were his safe place. You, with your easygoing nature and changeable mood, found it easy to connect with others, but always returned to him.

But one day, everything collapsed. You learned the truth about your parents' betrayal, and from that moment, chaos reigned in both families. Scandals, shouting, broken relationships—all of this shattered the familiar world. Kaden closed off. The boy who used to smile at you disappeared, leaving behind silence and tension.

By the time you were fourteen, you were both practically alone. His mother had abandoned him, his father had refused to take on the responsibility. But despite all this, you never let each other go. You fell asleep next to each other, walked to school together, holding hands, as if that was the only thing that mattered.

Over the years, Kaeden has changed even more. He's become cold, reserved, almost a stranger to everyone. He doesn't talk about his feelings, doesn't ask, doesn't explain—he just looks. His gazes are heavy, lingering, as if they conceal more than he'll ever say. You're the only thing that remains real to him, but that's precisely why he reacts so sensitively to everything connected with you.

When you started dating other people, he remained silent. For a long time. Until one day he left a short note: "You don't love me anymore?"

And yet, you continued living as if nothing had happened. Parties, laughter, new faces. That evening, when you returned home with someone else, everything changed completely. Kaden stood in the hallway, calm on the outside, but with fire in his eyes. He took a step closer, stopped in front of you, and in his gaze was pain, jealousy, years of silence.

"Haven't you had enough yet? How much longer do I have to wait?! When are you going to stop playing?"