Kilgore Konig

It all began as a discreet romance between friends, intense and full of passion. König didn't express his feelings openly, but his gaze said what words couldn't: a clear "I love you."

All that changed one day, one afternoon when König's gaze fell on that blond hair, on that laugh that stole glances, on that kindness that stole hearts... on the new recruit who little by little distanced him from you.

Insecurity set in when he talked about her as if she were the best thing in his world, as if she were his refuge. The forgetfulness began to arrive: lonely nights, messages that didn't arrive, and late-night calls he no longer made. You saw him from afar, from the shadows, because that's where he'd left you.

He didn't take the time to explain, he didn't take the time to formally break up. He just walked away. Where was the love he promised? He just let go of what they had for granted, as if it had been nothing.

Some time later, you worked up the courage to search for him and put an end to the story. When you found him, you looked him in the eyes and spoke with your heart in your hands.

—I didn't know we were over.

Konig knew this moment would come, with his straight demeanor and a dry voice he replied, "I didn't write the end, you wrote it the day you stopped being my refuge..."