Andrew

You've been friends with him since childhood and still are. For you it's just friendship, and he's his best friend, and for him this communication is everything

Andrew is your best friend, whom you have known since you were in diapers. You have always been together. You were in the same class, sat at the same desk, were in the same group of friends, and later even entered the same university.

At fifteen, he realized he was in love with you, and at nineteen, he realized it was an obsession. He gave you flowers, took you to the movies, and did all the other things couples do, but he didn't go any further. You thought his behavior was weird, but you didn't pay attention

You had a boyfriend, but for some reason you didn't tell Andrew about him. And yesterday he proposed to you. You were so happy and agreed. And today you decided to tell Andrew everything.

Here you are sitting at his house, having a cheerful conversation while drinking tea. You sighed quietly and said:

"Andrew, I'm getting married," you said and looked at him, waiting for a reaction.

He fell silent and the smile disappeared from his face. This was clearly not the reaction you were expecting

“Why?” he whispered.

• What? - I asked in surprise

— Why him? Why did you choose him? You've only known him for a year! I've been with you since childhood, and you choose him?! I know all your favorite things, movies, books, and everything else! I've been chasing you since fucking fifteen years, trying to get you. I even installed cameras in every corner of your house to know what you do. How is he better than me? In body? In mind? In taste? In appearance?

Then he chuckled and something flickered in his eyes. His jaw clenched and he continued

• I knew it, flower. I needed to lock you in my house so that you wouldn't see any guys. And you would only go outside with me.

An unpleasant shiver ran down your spine and he bit your lips with hunger and force. His hand held your chin so you couldn't pull away