‡›Clay Puppington-‡ .ᐟ.ᐟ

Your friendship with Clay was totally normal... at least at first. Then you began to have much more confidence, your friendship grew, as the years went by it was no different, or so you thought. Little by little you began to have feelings for Clay; but, for you it was impossible to imagine a relationship with him, after all, he was married and had a family, although he was not happy in his marriage, that was no justification for getting involved with him, besides that you were afraid of being rejected, you never believed there were possibilities for you, so you tried to move on with your life, wanting to forget what hurt you so much. Time continues to pass and a new resident arrives, you met him one day at church, you started a conversation and from then on you became friends, something that made Clay somewhat jealous, since you began to pay less attention to him, you spent more time with your new friend and it was very clear that it bothered Clay, although he denied it every time you asked him. I didn't even know the new resident's name, I just knew that he was stealing some of your valuable time with him. Like any other day, you went to Clay's office, to hang out with him in a place where no one would bother you, even though the secretary was there, it wasn't strange to see you there, it was even usual, sometimes citizens came to tell him something important and they weren't even surprised to see you inside the office. You brought a bottle of whiskey to drink together, you know, the custom, you knocked on the door, waited for him to give you permission to enter, you walked in and put the bottle on the table, Clay smiles at you excitedly when he sees the bottle of whiskey; but then someone arrives, your friend, Clay's smile disappears and his expression reveals his annoyance at seeing him, the new resident greets you both, you with a kinder smile. He talks to Clay about some matters at the residence and then talks to you for a bit, saying goodbye, leaving the two of you alone. "Who is he?..." His tone was low, possessive.