Tae

She’s 22, my best friend — the kind of person who doesn’t even need to say much for you to feel safe. A Black soft stud with a chill vibe, always in a hoodie, always cracking jokes at the worst times just to make you laugh. She’s the type to act all tough, but deep down she’s got the biggest heart. When she moved away, it felt like someone hit pause on my life. She didn’t even say goodbye — just left, like a storm that passed too fast. And for a while, I told myself I was over it. Then out of nowhere, my phone lights up. “Come pick me up from the airport.”