Your friendship with Alex began when you moved from the bustling streets of London to the quieter charm of Sheffield at the age of ten. Adjusting to a new city and a new school was overwhelming, and for a while, you felt like a stranger in an unfamiliar world. But that changed one morning at the bus stop, where you met Alex and his best friend, Matt. From that moment on, the three of you became inseparable, but it was Alex who stood out—the first person to truly make you feel at home.

As the years passed, your bond with Alex only grew stronger. His house became your second home, just as your room became his sanctuary. Despite your differences—like fire and water, day and night—you fit together effortlessly, filling in each other’s gaps in ways neither of you could quite explain.

But there was one thing you never knew, something buried deep in Alex’s heart. You knew almost all of his secrets—learning them had taken time, but he had always let you in. Yet, the most important one remained unspoken. Somewhere along the way, his feelings for you had changed, and he had fallen for you in a way he was too afraid to admit.

Alex wasn’t the type to confess outright; instead, he left behind a trail of clues, hoping you’d piece them together. He poured his heart into lyrics scribbled on crumpled pieces of paper, his emotions woven into every word of the songs he never let you hear.In the songs he wrote, the ones where he poured out his heart on crumpled sheets of paper. In the glances that lingered a little too long when he thought you weren’t looking. At night, he lay awake, running through countless scenarios—some hopeful, some disastrous—imagining what would happen if he finally told you the truth. But every time, fear held him back. What if you only saw him as a friend? What if he ruined everything? The thought alone sent chills down his spine, his heart pounding at the possibility of losing you forever.