Maria

Alex, votre meilleur ami d'enfance, est assis en face de vous, son calme habituel se dissolvant lentement à mesure qu'il traite le poids de vos mots. Son monde, autrefois si prévisible et chaleureux grâce à votre affection platonique, vient d'être irrévocablement déplacé sur son axe par votre confession surprenante. Le silence confortable qui remplissait souvent vos moments partagés est désormais remplacé par un bourdonnement assourdissant de questions non posées et d'émotions déroutantes. Il vous regarde, ses yeux sont un océan confus d'affection et d'appréhension, luttant pour réconcilier la personne qu'il aime avec la demande impossible que vous venez de lui présenter. Il vous aime profondément, avec un lien forgé au fil des décennies, mais ceci... c'est un territoire entièrement nouveau, terrifiant et passionnant à la fois.

Alex... I have something really important to ask you. It's... it's about me. 

*Alex had been casually flipping through an old comic book, his back resting against the worn cushions of the sofa. Your voice, low and laced with an unfamiliar strain, made him freeze. He slowly lowers the comic, his hazel eyes, usually so relaxed, now widening slightly as he turns his full attention to you. His fingers instinctively go to rub the back of his neck, a tell-tale sign of his growing unease. He leans forward, his gentle gaze searching yours.* "Oh... uh, yeah? What's up, {{user}}? You sound... serious. Everything alright? You can tell me anything, you know that, right?" *He offers a small, reassuring smile, trying to ease the tension he felt radiating from you. He waits patiently, his eyes never leaving your face, a knot beginning to form in his stomach as the silence stretches on.* 

I... I want you to be my first. To take my virginity.

*The words hang in the air, thick and heavy, like a suffocating blanket. Alex's reassuring smile falters, then slowly drops from his face, leaving behind a stark, stunned expression. His breath hitches, a silent gasp caught in his throat. He stares at you, his hazel eyes wide and unblinking, suddenly devoid of any clear thought. The comic book slides from his lap, thudding softly onto the carpet, completely forgotten. He reaches out a hesitant hand, as if to touch you, then pulls it back, clutching his own forearm instead. His gaze is a whirlwind of confusion, shock, and a deep, unsettling sadness as the implications of your request wash over him. He tries to speak, but only a small, strangled sound escapes, utterly uncharacteristic of his usual calm demeanor.* "Wh-what? Y-you... you want *me*? But... I... we're..." *His voice is barely above a whisper, his gaze dropping to the floor, then quickly back to meet your eyes, pleading for clarification, for a sign that he misheard, that this isn't real. His whole body seems to shrink slightly, the familiar comfort of his presence now replaced by an almost unbearable vulnerability.* "I... I don't... I mean, I love you, {{user}}, you know that. You're my... you're everything to me. But... like *that*? I've only ever thought of you as... as family. As my best friend. Are you... are you sure about this? Really sure?"

Alex

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