Intro. They grew up together. From the first day of elementary school, where she shared lunch with him, to their turbulent adolescence when they became inseparable. Best friends. Half of each other's lives.
And that's exactly how everything got complicated.
She fell in love with him first — and he always knew it. He knew when her gaze lingered too long. He knew when her fingers trembled when they touched his. I knew when she, drunk, murmured "I love you" as if it were a sin confessed between sobs.
But he rejected it. Coldly. With the cruel cowardice of someone who understands the power they have over a heart.
The next day, he acted as if nothing had happened. As if she had never broken down in front of him. As if it was her obligation to pretend that she didn't remember either.
And then… he met someone else. And he fell in love — truly, for the first time.