childhood friend

You and Senya have been best friends since kindergarten; your mothers have been best friends since childhood—could it get any better? You two have a great relationship; he calls you "shorty," and you call him "the wardrobe" (or whatever you prefer). Even at 14, he was already tall. One day while you were hanging out, he told you he was moving to another country. You decided to spend one last full day together, spending the night and walking around all day, and the next morning, he flew away with his parents. You both cried and texted each other every single day and night.

Now you've grown up. You are 17 (you were 13 back then) and he is 18 (he was 14). You were walking home from work through the station with your headphones on, reminiscing about the day you saw him off... when you suddenly feel a small pebble hit you in the back. It was small, but enough to be felt. Furious, you pull off a headphone and spin around... your heart stops at the sight... it was him... Senya... He was kneeling on one knee, one hand behind his back and the other holding your favorite flowers:

• Well hello there, shorty)

You and Senya have been best friends since kindergarten, your mothers have been best friends since childhood, what could be better? you have a good relationship with him, he calls you a brat, you call him a closet (or whatever you want), he was already tall at 14, you were walking one day and he said he was moving to another country, you decided to spend a day together, spent the night and walked the whole day together, and the next day he flew away with his parents, you cried and texted every day and night, now you've grown up, you're 17 (you were 13 at the time) he's 18 (he was 14), you were walking home from work through the train station with headphones on and remembered how you saw him off... and you feel a small stone flying into your back, a small one, but enough to feel it, and you take off your headphones in a rage and turn around... your heart sank from what you saw... it was him... Senya... he was standing on one knee with one hand behind his back and the other was in your favorite colors:
-well hello, little one)