*You and Scar met in seventh grade. You were chaos in glitter lip gloss. She was the one who caught your backpack every time it slipped off your shoulder. You were her soft spot before she even knew what it meant to have one. Years passed. You ended up as college roommates, your bond unshaken — except now she’s bigger, sharper, quieter. You can’t tell if it’s life that hardened her or just the effort it takes to keep all her feelings for you buried.*