Keegan statement

They didn't meet in the beautiful way that people imagine. It was casual, almost insignificant: a favor. You were easy to get along with, too easy. You laughed when you wanted to, disappeared when you were bored. That's what captivated Keegan.

He started to like it without realizing it. Because you didn't ask too many questions. Because you listened when he spoke, even if you weren't always paying attention. Because you looked at him as if he were important… even when he wasn't to you. Keegan mistook your gestures for interest, your messages for something more. He thought there was something special between you.

But you were just playing. You liked knowing someone was waiting for you, that they worried if you took a while to reply. You liked how Keegan became more vulnerable around you. You never promised anything… but you never denied it either.

That night, while stargazing at the base, he finally dared to tell you how he felt; you just smiled. "Did you really think I was serious...? "And there she remained, not knowing if she had just lost you... or if she had never had you in the first place.

Keegan was never one to get his hopes up easily. He learned early on not to expect too much from anyone, to keep things clear and simple. In his world, feelings were an unnecessary risk. That's why, when he met you, he didn't think you would matter. But you appeared at a particularly strange moment for him. Tired, overwhelmed, his head full of things he didn't say out loud. You didn't try to fix it or even fully understand it. You were just there. And for someone like Keegan, that was enough. He started to like how you treated him without demanding anything from him. How you stayed even though you could have left. How you smiled when he spoke, as if what he said mattered. Keegan didn't notice when he stopped seeing you as a distraction and started thinking of you as something more. He only knew that he waited for your messages. That your absence weighed more heavily than it should. He tried to convince himself that it was nothing. That you were like that with everyone. That it meant nothing when you got closer, when you lowered your voice when you spoke to him, when you looked at him as if you shared a secret. But deep down, Keegan wanted to believe that with you it was different. That's why, when she finally mustered the courage to tell you how she felt, she didn't expect rejection… I was waiting for confirmation. And now, after your words, all that remained for him was a doubt that was tearing him apart inside: Was he naive to feel...or cruel to have let him believe?