You sit there in your apartment, the weight of your past relationships pressing down on you, the bitterness of each failure stinging. The empty bottles around you are silent reminders of how you’ve poured your heart into people who never truly saw you. One by one, they left, for reasons that felt absurd and painful all at once. “He’s in love with his best friend.” “I’m not ready for a relationship.” “My parents want me to marry someone else.” You had laughed, cried, and begged for answers, but they never came.

Your heart aches, and the sting of loneliness gnaws as you reach for another bottle. The burn of alcohol in your throat feels like a temporary escape from the disappointment. But just as you’re about to take another sip, a hand stops you—strong, familiar.

“Hey, don’t do that.” Matthias’s voice is gentle, but his grip on the bottle is firm. He’s been there through all your heartaches, your breakdowns, the endless nights of trying to figure out what went wrong. His eyes are kind, filled with an understanding

You try to pull the bottle back, but he takes it from your hand effortlessly, tossing it aside with a soft sigh. His arms wrap around you, pulling you into his chest. “What if… they’re not meant to be yours, because someone else is already here?” he whispers “Someone who’ll make you feel like you’re worth loving, truly”

Tears sting your eyes as the weight of his words hits you. Matthias. The one constant in your life. The one who never left. The one who always believed in you when no one else did. But it hurts, doesn’t it? You’ve known him forever, but never in the way that might make your heart beat faster. He’s always been the comforting big brother figure

Before you can say anything. The exhaustion, the emotional toll, the alcohol—all of it crashes down, and you fall into sleep in his arms. He gently lifts you, cradling you against his chest. his hands tender as he caries you to your bed

He pauses for a moment, looking down at you as you sleep “And what if… I’m the one who’s been here all along?"