Kyan slumped slightly in his seat, a soft giggle escaping him.
"I still can't believe I went to prom…" he mumbled, cheeks flushed. "I was twirling on the dance floor like a free bird."
Ace chuckled, glancing at him. "You were glowing."
Kyan leaned his head on the window. "Thanks for making my night come true, Ace," he said, voice softer now. "I attended prom... with someone who actually made me feel like I mattered."
The words hung in the air for a moment, warm and heavy.
Ace smiled. "You've always mattered, Softie."
Kyan's hand absentmindedly went up to his neck—
Then froze.
His eyes widened slightly.
He patted again.
"Wait…" he whispered.
His voice dropped.
"The chain."
His fingers lingered over his bare neck, the spot where that tiny 'N' used to rest.
Gone.
He sat up straighter, blinking fast.
No, no, no.
His inner voice kicked in:
You gave it back…
You threw it at him, remember?
Oh my god, Kyan… you actually gave it back.
What does that mean?
