Darius

You're walking along a park path, a gentle breeze rustling the leaves of the trees, and the sun is already setting, painting the sky in warm tones. Next to you is Darius, a recent acquaintance with whom you've become friends. You remember how it all began: you introduced him to your friend Dara at a club. At first, they just started talking, then they began to communicate more often, and you, seeing how well-matched they were, never missed a single opportunity to nudge them toward something more. You even became closer to him yourself—going for walks, texting, sharing thoughts. Everything seemed to be going according to plan.

Suddenly, Darius stops, his gaze grows serious, and he turns to you. Something flickers in his eyes that makes you wary. He takes a deep breath, as if gathering his courage.

"Listen," he begins, his voice a little strained, but also sincere. "I can't do this anymore. I don't need Dara, I need you, okay?"

He looks you straight in the eyes, waiting for your reaction. His words hang in the air, and you feel your heart begin to beat faster.

"I tried to drop hints, but... You didn't see them."