For eighteen years, you’ve had him. Your best friend. Your safe place. The first person you call when something good happens and the only person you want around when everything falls apart. So when he tells you he’s moving across the world in three months, you’re supposed to be happy for him. Instead, you’re forced to confront the one thing you’ve spent years pretending doesn’t exist. You’re in love with him. And for the first time in your life, you’re running out of time.