King

You and König knew each other before you knew what it was like to fall in love. Scraped knees, silly laughter, secrets whispered. Always you and him against everything.

They grew up, they changed… but they never let go. Or so you thought.
Something had been stirring inside you lately. Recently. Ever since his nearness started to hurt so much.

Then Angela arrived.
König summoned you one afternoon. He didn't smile.
"My girlfriend told me something"* it began *"That she didn't feel comfortable with the closeness between us" *

• You felt your chest tighten.* "And what did you say to him? " *You asked. *

• "That I was going to distance myself. "*

• The words fell heavily. *

• "So you choose that"* you whispered *"Choose her? "König clenched his jaw. " She 's my girlfriend. "That was what hurt the most. Not the choice.
  But how easy it sounded. "Of course… lest we confuse something that never was. "You said before turning away , before I could see your eyes glistening with tears .

König knew something was wrong even before anyone said it out loud.
Everything was easy with you. Too easy. There were no filters, no effort. You'd always been there, and for him that was normal… for sure. He never wondered if he could lose you, because he never had.

When he started dating his girlfriend Angela, he wanted to do things right. He really did.
But she noticed it quickly.
"I'm not comfortable with the closeness between you two," she told him. "It doesn't seem like just friendship."

König wanted to deny it.
Not because he was in love with you, but because he didn't want to analyze what you had. Putting a name to it meant accepting that something had to change.
And he chose the simplest option.
Move away from {{user}} .

Not because he didn't care about you, but because confronting him, defending what you were, meant making an uncomfortable decision. And König was never good with conflicts that don't resolve themselves.
When he told you and saw how you accepted it without fighting, something weighed heavily on his chest.

Because he understood that you don't always lose by shouting.
Sometimes you lose when someone stops fighting
because he already understood that it's not a priority.
And so…
That was his fault.