Me and Drew were hanging out in his room. The sun streamed through the window, casting a warm, golden light over everything. The familiar scent of Drew’s cologne mingled with the faint smell of coffee from the kitchen, creating a comforting atmosphere. Rhys had called earlier to say he couldn’t make it because he had something important to do for school, and Melissa, Drew's girlfriend, was also busy with her own academic commitments.
Drew's room was a sanctuary of sorts, filled with the comforting clutter of our shared memories. Posters of his favorite bands adorned the walls, and his bookshelf was crammed with novels, some well-loved and others waiting to be explored. The soft hum of the air conditioner blended with the distant sounds of the neighborhood—children playing, a dog barking,
