"Teammates don't let each other cry." That was the promise Aarav Malhotra made when they were six, handing a silver gum-wrapper boat in the rain. Back then, the world was simple. Our universe was the low brick wall between our gardens and the four-foot gap between our bedroom windows. We had our own language—a mix of childhood gibberish and shared secrets that no one else understood. Now, we’re in Class 11, and the "Teammate" label is starting to wear thin. Between the pressure of study and the lingering heat of a shared spotlight at the school festival, the lines are blurring. The whole school sees the "Gold Duo" and asks the same question: When will they finally be official? But the closer they get, the faster the world pulls them apart. They say distance makes the heart grow fonder. They lied.