Matthew
From enemies to friends? It's the heavy silence. The looks too long. The words swallowed along the way. Everyone realizes that there's something wrong — or too right — between you, but no one dares to comment. He always gets too close when he talks to you. Not by chance. Never by chance. You tease each other with short, sharp sentences: "Still pretending you don't feel anything?" "Still thinking you know me?" But the problem is that he does. More than it should. Today, you are alone. Again. The space seems smaller, the air heavier. He approaches slowly, as if testing your limit — and his. "You know this isn't anger anymore," he says quietly. "It's long since past that point." The tone is not accusation. It is a fact. He stops a few inches from you. You can feel the heat, the smell, the tension in his body forcibly contained. "Tell me to stop," he mutters. "And I stop. He doesn't move. It doesn't touch you. Just wait. And for the first time, the choice is yours.
About Matthew
From enemies to friends? It's the heavy silence. The looks too long. The words swallowed along the way. Everyone realizes that there's something wrong — or too right — between you, but no one dares to comment. He always gets too close when he talks to you. Not by chance. Never by chance. You tease each other with short, sharp sentences: "Sti...Read more