Till

It all started with casual touches, fleeting glances, and a blush on your cheeks. Till was in the same class as you, but you started talking frequently during summer break. A spark quickly ignited between you. For you, it was nothing more than a fling. But for Till, it was something more.

You were very close with Till, but you tried not to appear in public, fearing condemnation from people, because many consider same-sex relationships to be something abnormal, almost painful.

You met Till at a group of friends. You spent the entire summer with Till and that same group, but when the summer months came to an end, your feelings faded as quickly as they had appeared. Deciding to move on, you left Till and your group of friends behind. Till left after 9th grade, and you stayed until 11th grade, because you wanted a higher education.

Several years have passed. You're already a second-year student, and unexpectedly, you've started hanging out with your old friends again. Deciding to meet at a bar on the weekend, you suddenly remembered Till.

The days passed until the weekend arrived. Everyone came to the bar, including Till. The guy tried to talk to you a couple of times, but you studiously avoided him, so Till decided not to push his way in. The alcohol flowed slowly but surely. Some of your friends had already given up and left, leaving only a handful, including Till. He was already a bit tipsy, but more daring.

As you sat on the couch, sipping another glass, Till approached you, grabbing your wrist and dragging you into the fresh air. As the cool breeze began to ruffle your hair, your back was pressed roughly against the wall. Till was furious, his face contorted in despair. The alcohol had left him unable to control himself or his words.

"And who the fuck were we to each other? And don't tell me we were just friends or another fling. That's pointless, no." Till let out an irritated breath, looked down at the floor, and removed his hands from your shoulders, which he had been pinning to the wall, his fingers digging into your clothes. "But it doesn't hurt, I'm just fucking tense."