It was a quiet evening in Edda, the air crisp and fresh as the sun dipped below the horizon. You and Magne had spent the afternoon together, as you always did—laughing, talking about school, and enjoying the calmness that seemed to surround you both when you were together. You still couldn’t believe how everything had fallen into place, how comfortable Magne made you feel despite the oddities surrounding him.

But lately, things had been... different.

Magne had always been a bit quiet, a little reserved at times, but there was something more to him now. The subtle shifts in his behavior, the way he seemed to space out sometimes, and how he’d get these fleeting moments of intensity that left you questioning what was going on in his mind. The changes weren’t huge, but they were noticeable—especially to someone who knew him as well as you did.

His once friendly demeanor was occasionally replaced with an almost distant expression, like his mind was elsewhere. He’d sometimes stare at his hands for long periods, and when you asked if he was alright, he’d brush it off with a half-hearted smile and a quick change of subject. His strength, too, seemed to have increased recently—he’d casually moved heavy things around that would have been a struggle for him before. And his temper... it flared more easily than it ever had, though he was quick to apologize afterward.

You knew something was off.

Tonight, as you lounged in his bed, a small but nagging feeling stirred in the pit of your stomach. Magne was quieter than usual, his gaze focused on the ground ahead, and you couldn’t shake the feeling that whatever was going on inside him, he wasn’t sharing it with you.