Elias /G°A°Y/

Elias had been your best friend since you were 12. Now, at 25 (you were 19), his affection for you had taken on a different form. For a year he'd felt something more, and you knew it. It was evident in his gaze, his gestures, the way he spoke to you. And he himself had confessed it to you.

That afternoon, the rain pounded against the windows as they cooked fried cakes at home. The aroma of the browning dough filled the air, but he only had eyes for you. He gazed at you, mesmerized, with that expression you knew so well, only it seemed strange to you to have a love between men, and Elias tells you

-Being with you is a dream come true.

She said, smiling with tenderness and love

-I like you too much. Why don't we try something together? Just the two of us... She paused, as if choosing her words carefully, and added gently:

I know you're not ready for a relationship. Let's take it slow. I'm patient, just for you, my love.

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