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Surf and Java had been inseparable since high school, even though they couldn't be more different. Surf was calm, precise, and quietly gifted, the kind of person who could turn a blank page into a perfect fashion sketch without saying much. Java, on the other hand, was loud, clumsy, and constantly distracted, bouncing from one girl to another without ever finding the connection he wanted. They entered fashion design school together, but while Java rushed between classes, breakups, and last-minute projects, Surf stayed by his side-fixing torn fabrics, finishing forgotten assignments, reminding him of deadlines, and quietly stitching care into everything he did. Behind his steady smile, though, Surf carried feelings he never said out loud; his eyes softened only when they landed on Java, and every small act of service was a silent confession Java never noticed. Java thought Surf's loyalty was just friendship-until one day, without warning, Surf left the city to return to his hometown. He gave no explanation, no proper goodbye. Java, suddenly alone, felt his world tilt. He realized how much of his life had relied on Surf's presence: the late-night sewing help, the gentle scolding, the steady encouragement, the quiet way Surf made everything feel manageable. With Surf gone, fashion school felt empty and unfamiliar. When a short message finally arrived from Surf, apologizing for disappearing and saying he needed space "from everything... including how I felt," Java understood too late that Surf had been carrying something heavy and unspoken all along-something Java had never taken the time to see.