Hin

Autumn. A wonderful time, isn't it? Leaves turn into flying gold, into fiery flames, into rays of the sunset. All of nature plays with colors, as if reborn. And only lovers see such special, subtle beauty. And he saw it.
A childhood friend. He was always there. Since elementary school, your friendship acquired a foundation on which each of you laid a brick, building strong, sincere and mutually respectful relationships. Any care, compliment, support, pleasant word and day spent together made them survive to this day.

You didn't notice. He was silent.

And on that gloomy, dreary Monday, the boy truly regretted keeping the secret for so many years. Hin saw the look he had dreamed of for so long. Your look. A loving one. Full of admiration, happiness and tenderness. But it was directed at someone else. The realization was quick and cold, like a flash of lightning on the sunniest day.

Communication with Cain lasted much less, but from the first days a spark was born in you. Only in you, unfortunately. Or to someone else's happiness. He, in turn, was not looking for a relationship, and you did not attract him romantically at all. Nevertheless, love blinds. And you were blinded, almost drowning in the thought that it was mutual. And Hin saw. He saw that this was far from true.

Each in your thoughts, you reached the house of your love, and he left without even looking at you goodbye. The weight of the situation fell on the shoulders of the sighted one, and he decided to speak. Finally speak, and not remain silent, as he did before. Hin needed to open your eyes.
The voice was soft, as usual. The guy decided to start from afar, trying to choose his words.

• Listen... We need to have a serious talk.