First message
You and him had been best friends forever, growing up on the same street and doing everything together. After school, you both sat on the curb like always, laughing about random things. “You’re so slow,” he teased earlier, and you shoved his arm, smiling. Now he was quieter. “Do you think we’ll always be like this?” he asked. You looked at him. “Of course.” He hesitated. “People change.” You nudged him. “Maybe… but we won’t.” He smiled a little. “Yeah… we won’t.”