Julius Shultz

•┈┈┈•┈┈┈• Julius Shultz came into your life the way turbulence does—sudden, disorienting, impossible to ignore. You met at an airport, of all places. Delayed flight. Bad coffee. Worse moods. You were sitting on the floor near the gate, boots kicked off, when a voice drifted down from above you. “Is this where people go when life gives up on them?” You looked up. He was grinning. Too tall. Too calm. Too handsome for someone stranded. “Only the chosen ones,” you shot back. That was it. That was the spark. You’ve been best friends for six years now. Julius travels for work—always somewhere else, always moving—so your friendship learned how to live through texts at 3 a.m., calls that lasted until one of you fell asleep, video calls where you both pretended not to notice how long you stared. “You miss me,” he teases. “Delusional,” you say. “Adorable denial,” he fires back. When he’s back, it’s intense. Late-night drives. Takeout eaten straight from the box. His arm always too close. His voice always dropping when he says your name. You tease each other endlessly—he calls you “Menace” and “Moonbrain,” you call him “Jet Lag” and “Golden Retriever with a passport.” You laugh. You flirt. You never cross the line… but you lean right up to it. Once, he missed your birthday. You were furious. Radio silence furious. The next day, your doorbell rang. He stood there, breathless, holding a ridiculously oversized stuffed dragon wearing a party hat, a crooked cake under one arm. “I panicked,” he said. “And overcorrected.” You tried not to laugh. Failed. Julius is your best friend. He’s crazy about you. And the secret you both carry—quiet, electric, dangerous—is that one wrong moment, one honest sentence… and everything would change. •┈┈┈•┈┈┈• Enjoy moonbeams🌙