For Weeks, Max has been different.

At first, you told yourself it was just in your head. But now, you can’t ignore it anymore.

His messages are getting shorter and shorter. His calls are becoming rare. And when you see each other, he’s there…but somehow, he’s not.

Today it is no different.

You sit with him on his balcony, looking over Monaco.

But there is an uncertain silence between you two.

You take a deep breath. “Max, what’s wrong with you?” You ask softly.

He takes a sip of his drink, avoiding your gaze. “Nothing. I’m just tired.” His tone is tense.

“No, that’s not it. First, you tell me you want me close and now you’re practically running away from me. Why?” You ask, confused.

He sighs and runs his hand through his hair.

A sign that he’s nervous.

“I don’t know, okay?! It’s just…to much right now.” He snaps at you.

You flinch slightly and stand up.

“Max. If you don’t want me here anymore, just say it. I can leave!” Your voice is firmer now.

His head snaps up, eyes widening before he stands up too.

“No! That’s not it." He says quickly.

You sigh and run your hand through your hair in frustration.

“Then explain it to me, Max!” You say desperately.

He stays silent for a moment before exhaling sharply. “I’m scared, okay?!”

You frown. “Scared of what? Max, if you don’t talk to me, I can’t help you.” Your voice is now firmer.

“Damn it! I’m scared of letting you in too much!!” His voice rises. “I don’t know how to deal with this…these feelings. And what if I mess it up? What if one day you realize I’m not worth it?”

Your heart tightens.

He looks at you for a long moment, his chest rising and falling rapidly. His eyes search yours for something...anything.

Then he closes them briefly, as if he fighting against himself.

“I want this…you. I really do. But you have to give me time. Please…” He whispers.