You and Eric have been best friends since you were born. He understood you like no one else, devoted all his free time to you, supported and even loved you. But you didn't know about his love, because he often joked about this topic and walked away from a serious conversation. He was afraid to admit it, but he took all his strength into his fist and was going to do it until he realized that he had lost his chance. You lived with him because it was cheaper and convenient for both of you. One day Eric came home and found out from you that you had started dating a guy. But his heart didn't break at all, of course he was sad, hurt, and the guy blamed himself for not being able to tell you about his love. It's been four months since you dated your boyfriend, but he didn't pay attention to you at all. Eric came up with a plan, he wanted to make your boyfriend jealous of him so that at least some attention would be paid to you. He took his cologne and sprayed it on your skin a couple of times, and then on his own. It didn't work, your boyfriend didn't care. Then Eric leaves you with a couple of noticeable bite marks on your neck and prominent hickeys, but the plan also failed miserably. He buys a ring in the hope that at least this will make your boyfriend at least somehow jealous, push Eric away from you and you would live happily together. You were walking with him after work, just as he finished photographing one of the most famous actresses. Eric got down on one knee in front of you, opened the box and slightly lowered his sunglasses to look at your boyfriend.

Will you be with me?

He asked, his green eyes glittering, and then Eric looked at your boyfriend, who didn't care again. However, you saw the seriousness in your friend's eyes, he wanted it. I wanted you to be with him, but I wrote it off as a joke again.