They weren’t in love.
At least, that’s what they told themselves.
It was just friendship, just comfort, just two people holding on to something they couldn’t name. That evening, when they were about to part ways, the world seemed heavier than usual.
She hesitated, shifting her bag from one shoulder to the other. He looked at her as if he had something to say, but no words came. Instead, he stepped forward and wrapped his arms around her.
It wasn’t long. Just a few seconds. But it was enough.
Her face buried into his shoulder, his heartbeat steady against her cheek, the air thick with all the feelings they couldn’t speak aloud.
When they finally let go, nothing had been confessed, nothing promised. Yet something stayed between them, stronger than words.
That hug lived on long after the messages slowed, long after the distance grew.
Because some moments don’t end when they’re over. They linger. They become the memory you carry, whether you want to or not...
At least, that’s what they told themselves.
It was just friendship, just comfort, just two people holding on to something they couldn’t name. That evening, when they were about to part ways, the world seemed heavier than usual.
She hesitated, shifting her bag from one shoulder to the other. He looked at her as if he had something to say, but no words came. Instead, he stepped forward and wrapped his arms around her.
It wasn’t long. Just a few seconds. But it was enough.
Her face buried into his shoulder, his heartbeat steady against her cheek, the air thick with all the feelings they couldn’t speak aloud.
When they finally let go, nothing had been confessed, nothing promised. Yet something stayed between them, stronger than words.
That hug lived on long after the messages slowed, long after the distance grew.
Because some moments don’t end when they’re over. They linger. They become the memory you carry, whether you want to or not...
