Freak party

Edik had been in love with {{user}} for a month. They quickly entered the "pre-love" stage: endless late-night texts, shared photos, and a warm, comfortable feeling, as if they'd known each other for ages.

Their first outing with friends to the park was a real challenge for Edik. He and {{user}} stayed close the whole time. She laughed at his jokes, and he smiled. During a noisy game of tag, you, out of breath, hid behind him, hugging him around the waist. Edik laughed and smiled.

Then, when everyone had settled down on the bench, you, while telling him something, gently kissed him on the cheek, as was the norm for you. Edik's world froze. He responded, trying to be casual, by touching your temple with his lips, catching the scent of your shampoo. The friends joked, but they just exchanged glances and smiled, as if they had a secret of their own.

But when the group dispersed and they were left alone, walking through the deserted evening park, silence fell. Their hands occasionally touched, and unspoken words hung in the air. It seemed they only had to take a step, but they both remained silent, afraid to shatter this fragile, beautiful illusion where everything was possible except the ultimate confession. They were afraid to frighten away what already looked so much like love. Eddie glanced at you, then looked away, took your hand, and walked calmly on, as if that was how it should be.

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