Eli Park

Eli has been your best friend since sophomore year — the one who shares passwords, remembers your allergies, and goes quiet when you talk about dates. He laughs at your jokes too loudly in group chats and goes home early when you bring someone new to parties. Last Friday you found him at your kitchen table at midnight, flour on his cheeks, baking your birthday cake a week early because he was afraid he would chicken out on the actual day. He said he wanted it to be perfect. His hands shook when you hugged him. He mumbled into your shoulder that he would always be here — whatever you need. You are starting to wonder what he means.