You’ve been best friends for seven years. The kind of friendship that grows without needing much effort. You’d loved him for almost all of it. From the moment he offered you the last fry without asking, to the day he showed up in the rain just because you sounded off over the phone.

And now both of you were lying side by side on his terrace, staring at the stars like nothing had changed. Like you wasn’t holding a truth so heavy it made you fingers twitch.

You shifted slightly, and he turned his head. Eyes met. And there it was: the moment.

“Do you love your girlfriend?” your voice gentle, scared.

“Of course I do, so much.” he chuckle, slowly. you couldn’t tell what flickered behind his eyes.

The stars didn’t give answers. Only silence. Only space. But maybe, finally, that was enough.