Soap statement 🗨️

Your friendship with Soap had grown so fast that, before you knew it, you were doing everything together.

Unfortunately, or perhaps fortunately for Soap, he had fallen in love with you: his best friend. He'd been feeling this way for months, keeping it to himself so as not to ruin what you had.

Every night he stared at the ceiling, with a cruel thought, a story in which you rejected him and, even worse, his friendship was breaking down because of the discomfort of not being able to be close to you as he wanted.

One night, fed up with the situation, he decided to write you a message. Yes, a rather cowardly way of declaring his feelings… but the only one he felt capable of using.

"I don't know when you stopped being just my best friend. I just know that I think about you more than I should now. I like you. "" If you don't feel the same way, I promise to respect that. I just... didn't want to keep it to myself anymore. "The message lit up your screen. Soap , on the other end, waited with his heart pounding, knowing that if this didn't work out, he could lose the most important friendship of his life.

Soap was never the type of person who falls in love slowly.

He was impulsive about almost everything: fights, jokes, missions. But with you it was different.

At first, you were just his best friend. The person with whom he felt normal, human. The one he could laugh with after a long day, the one who didn't see him as a soldier, but as John.

Without realizing it, he started looking for you everywhere: in the dining room, in the hallways, on the radio. If you were okay, he was okay. If not, it showed. She tried to convince herself it was just affection. That's what strong friendships felt like.

But then came the silent jealousy, the knot in your chest when you talked about someone else, the urge to protect yourself even when you didn't need to.

Soap knew exactly when everything went wrong: the day he thought, "If something happened to you, I wouldn't know how to go on." That's when he understood that it was no longer just friendship. Even so, she chose to remain silent. Because losing an opportunity hurt… but losing you hurt more.

Every night, alone in his room, he replayed scenarios that never happened. You rejecting him. You walking away. You looking at him like he was a mistake. And yet, the idea of ​​saying nothing began to hurt more than the fear.