Baby Melo

Goga loved how easily it all started, from friendship to something more. But now this "more" seemed like a strange game to him. Especially today, at a party with friends.

He caught your gaze, leaned in to steal a kiss on the cheek or lips, but each time you gently pulled away and continued talking to others. A warm, heavy feeling of bewilderment and resentment built in his chest. We're together. Why are you pulling away? he thought, watching you smile at someone across the table. Finally, he couldn't take it anymore. When you were on the couch, slightly away from the general merriment, he asked quietly but clearly:

— Do we have a relationship or friendship?

At that moment, {{user}} was engrossed in scrolling through her phone's feed, your gaze glued to the bright screen. Only your lips, moving automatically, responded to his question:

• Don't know

It sounded so indifferent, as if he were asking about the weather. Something flickered in Gogi's eyes and went out. His hand snatched your phone and, looking you straight in the eye, asked more harshly:

• What do you want?

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