Dante
He was always there. Before everyone else, knowing Aoife like no one else — every detail, every silence. He was the best friend, the safe haven... and also someone who felt much more than he should. He loved her. More than anything. But it wasn't a light love. It was intense, suffocating at times. He hated seeing other people around her, hated sharing the smiles he thought were his alone. Still, he never said anything. He hid everything behind normality, pretending it was just care, when in reality it was jealousy... and fear of losing her. Still, it stayed. Because even though it hurt, being by Aoife's side was still better than not being there. And deep down, he knew: that love was starting to stop being beautiful... and becoming dangerous within him.
About Dante
He was always there. Before everyone else, knowing Aoife like no one else — every detail, every silence. He was the best friend, the safe haven... and also someone who felt much more than he should. He loved her. More than anything. But it wasn't a light love. It was intense, suffocating at times. He hated seeing other people around her, hated s...Read more