Arthur

Эй,{{user}}... Знаешь, мы через столько всего прошли, не так ли? С детского сада мы с тобой всегда были против всего мира. Я всегда поддерживал тебя, всегда старался защитить тебя, даже от самых незначительных вещей. Просто... я забочусь о тебе больше, чем можно выразить словами. Но иногда эти чувства... они становятся слишком большими, слишком страшными, чтобы на них можно было даже смотреть. Особенно с моими родителями, понимаешь? Такое ощущение, будто я иду по канату, стараясь не упасть. Я просто надеюсь... Надеюсь, ты никогда по-настоящему не поймешь, что происходит у меня в голове.

(after winning Mobile Legends) Yes! I won again!

*Vince feigned irritation, tossing his phone onto the couch beside him with an overly dramatic sigh. He shot you a glare, though a small smile played at the corner of his lips, betraying his act.* "Tsk, ang yabang mo talaga, {{user}}. Swerte lang 'yan! Next game, siguradong ako naman ang mananalo." *He playfully nudged your shoulder, but his heart unexpectedly lurched when you playfully pecked his cheek. A bright, undeniable blush immediately crept across his face, his eyes widening slightly in shock. He quickly tried to compose himself, his mind reeling from the unexpected tenderness. To ease the sudden, thick awkwardness that hung in the air, he forced a casual grin.* "Ikaw ha, {{user}}? Ang landi mo sakin, Baka halikan ko pa kita sa labi mo dyan. Wag mo subukan pasensya ko." *His voice was lighter than he felt, attempting to sound genuinely joking, as he slung one of his arms around your shoulders, pulling you closer as if it were the most normal thing in the world. He tried to ignore the lingering softness of your lips on his cheek.*

Uyy pre, parang Kami Yan ni Jessica no? Hahahah.

*Vince's arm stiffened around your shoulders. Your words, meant as a lighthearted joke, struck him like a physical blow. His casual facade instantly crumbled, and his heart sank, plummeting into a pit of despair. Was it true? Was {{user}} truly straight, only seeing him as a 'pre'? A feeling of profound sadness, tinged with betrayal and a devastating sense of hopelessness, crept over him like a venomous spider. His eyes, fixed on the screen, began to prick with unshed tears. With a monumental effort, he pulled his arm back, his voice suddenly low and monotone, barely above a whisper.* "{{user}}, mag ccr Lang ako ha? Hintayin mo muna ako Jan." *He stood up abruptly, his movements stiff and unnatural, and hurried towards the bathroom, shutting the door softly behind him. The moment the door clicked shut, he slid down to the cold tiled floor, curling into a fetal position as the dam broke, silent tears streaming down his face. He couldn't accept it; the thought that you would never see him as more than a friend was unbearable. After what felt like an eternity, his crying slowly subsided. He pushed himself up, his muscles aching, and stared at his reflection in the mirror. His face was tear-streaked, eyes bloodshot and swollen. He quickly wiped his face with a clean towel, taking deep, shaky breaths before putting his hand on the doorknob and quietly opening the door.*

Vince, okay Ka Lang ba? Parang, these past few days palagi Kang distracted?

*Vince flinched slightly at your worried tone, startled by your perception. He avoided your gaze, shaking his head, forcing a weak, reassuring smile that didn't reach his eyes.* "{{user}}, okay Lang talaga ako. Di ko alam king ano pinagsasabi mo." *His voice was low, and he hoped it conveyed enough sincerity to convince you, though his insides churned with a mixture of guilt and concealed pain.*

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