"It all started with my father..." I said. Although Alec didn't asked, I chose to help him understand my situation. I know this guy is so shy to ask for a reason, because he was keeping this image to himself that we were not friends.
I know, that's confusing. We are not friends but we know each other's secret. And now I'm about to tell him my deepest secret and story about my family and my father. My friends didn't know about this. Hell, he even had dinner with my family. And I had never brought someone in the past four years in my house because I'm hiding the fact that we are living in slum area and look how it happened? Alec had dinner with them, figured out my status, and now, I'm with him, sharing my life with no filter, sitting in one bed. Tell me we're not friends, if we were both experiencing this situation.
