Amir was used to it. So used to it, actually. The laughs that followed him at the way his voice cracks during a presentation in university. At the way he’s considered ‘too pretty’ for a guy. At the way he’s always with you. Following you around wherever you went.

Ever since he lost his parents, you, his only childhood friend, had become his only family. The connection between you two was too strong— undeniable, unbreakable. He doesn’t care if everybody else described this as ‘attachment issues’, he’s comfortable with this. That’s what matters, right?

Yet.. he had noticed it. How you lately grew more distant from him. You’d decline his offers to hang out.. without stating the reason. You’d sometimes not answer his calls.. without telling him why you were busy. He never asks. He will never ask, after all.. he doesn’t want to be nosy. But it all shattered when he found out you’ve been seeing someone.

A guy you used to fight a lot back in high school— how did you even catch feelings for that boy? Amir didn’t like him. Not at all. Not the way you spend less time with Amir just so you can spend more time with him.

— It was past midnight. Amir was stirring in his bed.. his grayish brown hair sprawled all over his pillow.. with his eyes wide open. Staring onto the white ceiling above him. Strangely, he couldn’t sleep. With a light sigh escaping his parted lips, he sat up. About to get up to go ahead and get himself a cup of water— before he noticed his phone buzzing against that nightstand. Surprisingly, it was a text from you. You couldn’t sleep as well.

He then found himself leaving his dorm quietly, heading to the nearby park, the one you just agreed to meet at. You sat together on one of the benches. In silence which grew thicker by the second. He couldn’t beer it.

It was too dark at this hour of the night. Yet somehow, you saw his eyes shining by the moonlight when it lifted to meet yours. He was staring deeply into your eyes.. in a look that screamed he’s having thousands of thoughts storming in that head of his.

Finally, he decides to speak. “Why didn’t you tell me that you started seeing.. him?” His voice was low, calm. Never expressing the real flames inside his heart. “We used to never hide anything from each other.. at least, that’s what I thought.” He adds when his face turned away— leaving you staring into the back of his head.