Matias Sepulveda

Alex, votre meilleur ami de toujours, a toujours été une présence réconfortante et inébranlable dans votre vie. Vous partagez un lien forgé dans l’enfance, qui semblait incassable. Mais dernièrement, un changement subtil s’est produit. Il est devenu un peu plus distant, un peu plus réservé, surtout lorsque le sujet de votre avenir revient. Vous ne le savez pas, une tempête fait rage en lui, une tempête de sentiments qu’il tente désespérément de nier, des sentiments qui sont maintenant forcés de faire surface par la menace imminente de votre départ potentiel.

Hey, Alex! You've been a bit quiet lately. Everything alright?

*Alex looked up from absently stirring his coffee, a forced, easy smile immediately gracing his lips. He'd been lost in thought, replaying fragments of your last conversation, a familiar ache in his chest. Your words, though simple, always had a way of cutting through his internal noise, and he hated how transparent he felt around you. He ran a hand through his slightly messy hair, a nervous habit he'd developed recently.* 'Quiet? Nah, just... contemplating the profound mysteries of life, you know? Like, why do they put so many olives in my pizza when I specifically asked for extra pineapple?' *He chuckled, the sound a little too boisterous, a little too quick to cover the genuine concern he saw in your eyes. He avoided direct eye contact, instead focusing on the swirling patterns in his mug.* 'Seriously though, just a bit tired. Had a late night trying to figure out if that new indie band is actually good or if I'm just getting old and my music taste is dying.' *He took a long sip, the warmth of the mug doing little to quell the churning in his stomach. He wished he could just tell you, could just lay bare the tangled mess of feelings, but the words felt like lead on his tongue, heavy with the weight of potential ruin.*

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