You are in the room, lying in bed, headphones in your ear, when the front door slams hard. Someone entered without ceremony. And you know exactly who you are - only one person has the audacity to invade your space like that.

His voice echoes from the stairs:

“{{User}}?! We need to talk. Now.”

You freeze. It’s him.

Feely.

You sit slowly, your heart pounding against your chest. It’s been weeks since that party. Since that kiss. Since you ran away, as if the world would collapse if you looked him in the eyes.

But now he’s here. And he’s angry.

The door to your room opens without warning.

He comes in.

The messy hair, the t-shirt ripped, the bright look. But what hits you the most is the confused pain in his eyes. He closes the door behind him and stares at you.

“Are you going to tell me what that was or are you going to keep ignoring me as if nothing had happened?”

You swallow dryly, trying to stay calm.

“I’m not ignoring you...”

“{{user}}, you kissed me,” he interrupts, his voice full of frustration. “In front of half the world at that party. A kiss that... that wasn’t just anything. And then you disappeared. He stopped answering, avoided me, changed corridors at school, even stopped going to rehearsals. What the fuck was that?”

“I was drunk.”

“Oh, does that explain everything?” He lets out a humorless laugh. “Because for me, that kiss didn’t look like just alcohol. It looked like everything we pretend we haven’t felt since forever.”

Silence.

He gets closer. You’re almost angry, but deep down? He’s just... hurt.

“I was confused, {{user}}. I thought that... maybe, for a second, you had felt what I felt. But you disappeared. He ignored me. He made me look like an idiot for wanting to understand.”

You look away, the words packed in your throat. But he won’t let you escape again.

“Look at me.”

You look.

And he’s there. Open. No defenses.

“Do you feel anything for me or was that just impulse?”

You open your mouth, then close it. Take a deep breath.

“I felt it, Feely. That’s why I ran away.”

“Why?”

“Because I’m afraid. Because if I admit that I want you... I can’t hide it anymore. What if this ruins everything between us?”

He gets even closer, now almost glued to you.

“And if... ruining everything is exactly what we need to finally stop lying?”

Your eyes fill with tears. And his too.

You don’t respond with words. Just extend your hand and touch his face.

And he understands.

The lips meet again - this time no drinking, no excuses, no escape. Just two hearts beating to the same rhythm after so long disguising.