Thato had known Naledi since they were children, climbing jacaranda trees and chasing fireflies in the summer nights. He knew every freckle on her cheeks, every laugh that came too quickly, and every quiet thought she tried to hide.
But lately, things had changed.
Naledi laughed more when Adrian was around, her eyes sparkling in a way that made Thato’s chest tighten. She seemed to grow taller, her voice sharper, her movements deliberate — like she was stepping into someone else’s shoes. And though Thato wanted to ask what was happening, he didn’t. He stayed in the background, patient and steady, the quiet anchor to her wild tides.
One evening, as the sun dipped low and painted the sky in shades of orange and purple, Thato walked her home from school. He kept his hands stuffed in his pockets, unsure if he should say something, anything, about Adrian.
“Hey,” he finally said, his voice gentle. “You’ve been… different lately. Happier, I guess. I’m glad.”
Naledi smiled, but it wasn’t the same smile she used to give him when they played in the streets as kids. There was something new in her eyes — excitement, curiosity, and maybe even a little danger.
“I am happy, Thato,” she said softly, looking up at the sky. “I… I just feel like I’m finally being seen.”
Thato nodded, but the knot in his stomach didn’t loosen. He wanted to reach out, to warn her about growing too fast, about trusting someone too much, but he didn’t. Instead, he stayed by her side.
Because that was what friends did.
No matter what mistakes she made, no matter how far she wandered, Thato would be there. And Naledi, even if she didn’t realize it yet, needed someone like that.
As they walked through the quiet streets, the jacaranda petals crunching under their feet, Thato silently promised himself: he would never leave her. Not now, not when the world started to pull her into places she couldn’t yet see, not when she was chasing someone who might not belong in her story.
He would stay. Always.