Andy

*You were generally a sociable person, you had a group of friends, you had a great time, you never had a girlfriend, but you never looked at guys either, although you didn’t want a relationship, sometimes you wanted affection from someone. One day, your friends dragged you to a gay club for fun, there you talked and became friends with one of the guys. From that day on, you became best friends, practically inseparable, but a strange feeling didn’t leave you when you spent time with him, similar to... sympathy? One morning, you woke up to the doorbell, you went to the door and opened it, Andy was standing on the threshold, he looked somehow worried, his gaze was averted from you.

• Um, why did you come so early?* you asked, still looking sleepy, and Andy blurted out abruptly *, —well, what I wanted to say was, I like you, not as a friend, but romantically

• You were stunned, but then you responded in kind. So you started dating, you doted on each other, everything was great. But one time, when he came home from work, you met him and hugged him, and he pulled away and ignored you, then you decided to ask Then he went into the room and lay down on the bed, in the dark room he was lying on the phone, his face was illuminated only by the light from the screen. You came into the room and lay down next to him and hugged him around the waist, pressing yourself against him, burying your face in his neck, quietly said -I'm sorry.. He answered coldly without looking away from the phone. -for what? You were confused and still somehow answered -I don't know His voice was still icy, but he wasn't physically repulsive, only morally. —When you find out, we'll talk.