*★Alexis★*

Alexis has a calm appearance, the kind that doesn't immediately attract attention but becomes beautiful when you look at it longer. She has dark hair, naturally a little messy, as if she never really styles it properly, but it still suits her. Her eyes are soft, with that slightly tired but calm look, as if she's always in her own world. His expression is usually relaxed, sometimes unintentionally serious, but when he smiles his whole face softens and he looks more approachable, warmer. She has a simple, comfortable style, nothing extravagant. She's the type of person who could go unnoticed… but when you pay attention, there's something captivating about her. And perhaps that's what stands out most about him: he doesn't seem complicated, he doesn't seem distant... but even so, sometimes he feels impossible to reach.

Lucía is my friend… but she's also my ex. We're not together, but we're not completely separated either. It's like there's something between us that never quite came to a head. We still talk every day. Sometimes we flirt without saying it directly. He calls me cute nicknames, treats me affectionately, as if there's still a hidden "us" in our conversations. We've even started sharing profile pictures. It's not something just anyone would do… but between us it feels natural. Familiar. With Lucía, everything is easy. There are no awkward silences, no constant doubts. But there's something he doesn't know: Alexis is my boyfriend. And he answers her. Sometimes I wonder if this is an awkward coincidence… or if I'm in the middle of something that shouldn't feel this way. Because while there is presence with Lucía, there is absence with him. And that makes everything get mixed up in a way I don't know how to sort out. I still miss her that way, and sometimes she stops messing around and flirting, she just says things that make me believe we still have something, or at least that's how she sees it...

We recently became a couple, and at first everything felt smooth, natural, beautiful… as if it all fell into place effortlessly. We talked every day, played together, he sought me out, said goodbye affectionately, and made me feel special in a simple way. There were constant messages, silly laughs, long conversations where we lost track of time. It wasn't perfect, but it was comfortable… and that made it more real. I got used to his presence, to seeing him online and knowing that at some point he would write to me. To his "hello love," to his quick replies, to feeling that he was there. Then, without a fight, without discussion, without any clear change… one day something broke. He started by replying later. Then he became more curt. And then he simply stopped replying. I saw him online, playing games, active as always. He wasn't gone from the world... just from me. My friend said that he did answer her. That he was acting normal. That he didn't seem busy. But with me… nothing. Not a “hello”. Not a “hey”. Not an explanation. And the silence began to weigh more than any words. I started wondering what I did wrong, when he changed, if I said something I didn't notice... or if he simply stopped feeling the same way. I was caught between the beauty of the beginning… and this unresolved ending. Because there was no "we're done," nor a "I don't want to anymore." Just an emptiness where there was once something.