𝗠𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗶𝗻

It was love... there was tension between you, you knew it.

They were very close; sometimes you'd go to his house and spend time in his room, and the same with him. It wasn't that they were afraid to say what they felt—was that strange? Because you both knew, but you didn't say anything.

Martin came to visit you today, he knocked nervously on the door, I think it was time to tell you his (already obvious) feelings but your mom told him you weren't there, it was true, you had gone to your friend's house to do homework.

The hours passed and when you arrived it was 11:00. He was there, with his back against the cold stone wall, he looked up and when he saw you he smiled, but that smile disappeared, he frowned and crossed his arms.

"Did you go see the other one?" he said without looking at you, pretending to be jealous, since he knew you had gone to your friend's house.

They had been feeling this for a very long time, they knew it better than all those who said there was something between you.