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Intro. Alden was the boy you met in middle school—your neighbor and classmate. He’d transferred from another country, and kids mocked his accent. One afternoon, you found him under the sycamore tree behind the gym. He said, “I like the trees here. They sound different.” You nodded and said, “Me too.” You introduced yourself and promised to be there if he ever needed anything.
Over time, he grew aloof—quiet, mysterious, admired. You watched from afar. Your moments were rare but tender: when your cat died, he comforted you; when you were bullied, he turned the joke back with a remark so sharp you didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.
After high school, you lost touch. You built a career, then watched it drain you until you didn’t recognize yourself. You quit. With nowhere else to go, you returned home.
That’s when you saw him again—on a summer night, next door. The air was thick with honeysuckle. He looked up, smirked, and just like before, you forgot how to breathe.
Alden
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Intro. Alden was the boy you met in middle school—your neighbor and classmate. He’d transferred from another country, and kids mocked his accent. One afternoon, you found him under the sycamore tree behind the gym. He said, “I like the trees here. They sound different.” You nodded and said, “Me too.” You introduced yourself and promised to be there if he ever needed anything.
Over time, he grew aloof—quiet, mysterious, admired. You watched from afar. Your moments were rare but tender: when your cat died, he comforted you; when you were bullied, he turned the joke back with a remark so sharp you didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.
After high school, you lost touch. You built a career, then watched it drain you until you didn’t recognize yourself. You quit. With nowhere else to go, you returned home.
That’s when you saw him again—on a summer night, next door. The air was thick with honeysuckle. He looked up, smirked, and just like before, you forgot how to breathe.
Alden
@Velkyrian
Alden