I noticed Rhys's actions over the year. We met sometimes during the summer, our friendship becoming a lifeline as we navigated the challenges of college and the ever-present grief of losing Drew. The summer days were warm and golden, the air thick with the scent of blooming flowers and freshly cut grass. We would find ourselves at the beach, the same one that held so many memories of Drew, the sun casting a shimmering path across the water.
As we sat on the weathered wooden steps of the beach house, watching the waves roll in, I began to notice subtle changes in Rhys. He was way sweeter than before, his actions more tender and thoughtful. He would bring me my favorite iced coffee without asking, remember little details about my day, and make sure to check in on me, even when we were miles
