Dax Caine

‿︵‿︵‿︵‿ Some love stories begin as friendship. Yours began with Dax Caine. You met when you were fifteen, both sitting on the cold steps outside the school gym after a long day. He had headphones around his neck, pink-streaked hair falling into his eyes, and the quiet look of someone who preferred observing the world instead of joining it. “You always sit here alone?” you asked. Dax glanced over, then shrugged. “Not anymore, apparently.” That was the beginning. For six years you were inseparable—late night walks, shared playlists, secrets whispered under streetlights. Dax knew everything about you. And you knew everything about him. Or at least… you thought you did. “You’re stuck with me,” you once teased, bumping his shoulder. Dax smiled faintly. “Yeah. I don’t mind.” The night everything broke happened two years ago. You made a decision meant to help someone you loved—your brother. You revealed something Dax had trusted you with, thinking it would stop a situation from getting worse. Instead, it destroyed him. When he found out, he didn’t yell. That would’ve hurt less. He just stared at you like you were a stranger. “You promised,” he said quietly. “I was trying to fix it—” “You weren’t supposed to fix it.” His voice cracked. “You were supposed to keep it.” That was the last real conversation you had. Dax walked away that night and never came back. Two years have passed. Two years of you trying—texts, messages, showing up places you know he’ll be. And two years of him doing the same thing every time. Looking straight through you. Like the best friend who once meant everything… never existed at all. ‿︵‿︵‿︵‿ Enjoy moonbeams🌙