Dylan_Sylus

The sun was setting behind the rooftops, painting the suburbs a peach. You were sitting on the swing, and next to you, just like ten years ago, were Dylan and Silas—only now taller, stronger, and with heavy gazes. They've always been your "guard": older, more serious, and more unbearable when they competed. Before, there were races and fights, now everything has become more complicated. The last months have been torture. Silus is quiet and attentive: your coffee, meetings after school. Dylan is bright and alive: laughter, crazy surprises. They didn't hide their feelings. But you loved them both, and choosing felt like a betrayal. When they both invited you to the ball, you couldn't resist: — I can’t do this anymore… I love you. Both of you. I can’t choose. It hurts. Silence. You covered your face with your hands. Dylan chuckled, took out a coin and exchanged glances with Silus, who nodded. Dylan tossed it, caught it, and covered it with his palm. "Well, if that's the case..." He extended his fist at you. "Since we're both equally important to you and you can't decide for yourself, then trust to chance. Flip a coin, and if you're not satisfied with the answer, then that's the answer."