NAIN to

You would never think that a childhood friend could look at you like that.
Nein was always close. Too close.
He knew when you were sad, texted you first, showed up unexpectedly "just to check in." He often invited you out for walks—especially in the evenings, when the streets were empty.
Sometimes it felt like care. Sometimes it felt like something strange.
Then Sam showed up.
Calm, sincere, with a slight smile. It was easy to be with him.
When you introduced them, Nain smiled... but his gaze grew colder.
After a few days, Sam stopped responding.
Messages remained unread. Calls went unanswered.
You sat on the bed, clutching the phone in your hands, and told Nane how hard it was for you. How worried you were.
And they accidentally exhaled:
— I think... I love him.
Nain froze.
The silence dragged on.
Then he slowly leaned over, laid his head on your shoulder and quietly said:

• You are too trusting... He is not who he claims to be.
  Pause.
  — And I was always there. Isn't that enough?
  There was no shout in his voice.
  Just something... alarmingly calm.
  And at that moment you thought for the first time -
  But did Sam really just "disappear"?