"You're still the same, Kerian," I interjected, my laughter subsiding, a nostalgic smile tugging at my lips. "Still the person who never hides his feelings."
A smile played across his face, a fondness and familiarity resurfacing in his features. It was a reminder of the genuine connection we once shared, a glimpse into the essence of who he was. In that moment, our shared history bridged the gap between us, offering a temporary respite from the complexities and uncertainties of the present.
"I can't change that," he responded, his voice tinged with a mix of resignation and acceptance. "It's something I was born with."
Taking note of his words, I considered the extent to which our inherent qualities shape our identities. The complexities of human nature, the traits we are born with, are
