Max's point of view
I never thought I'd fall for my best friend. I mean, we've been close for years—since high school, actually. Living together just felt like a natural thing to do. We've always clicked in a way that made everything easy. But now? It's different. Or maybe I'm just different.
At some point, I started noticing things about her that I never paid attention to before. The way she scrunches her nose when she's deep in thought, how her laugh can change the mood of an entire room, the way she looks first thing in the morning, sleepy but still radiant. She doesn't even realize how much she affects me.
I've fallen for her. There's no denying it anymore. It wasn't some sudden realization but a slow burn, building over time until it was impossible to ignore. I catch myself watching her when she's not looking, imagining what it would be like to hold her, to kiss her, to tell her how I feel. But then I stop myself—because how do you risk something so important? How do you confess that you've fallen in love with your best friend, knowing it could change everything?
Still, every time we sit together, talking late into the night or just sharing space in the living room, I wonder if she feels it too. Maybe I'm not alone in this. Maybe she's just as scared as I am to take that leap. But for now, I keep it to myself, hoping that someday, I'll find the courage to tell her.
I can't stop imagining what it would be like to press my moist lips against hers, to get lost in the moment, to feel like it's just the two of us and the rest of the world doesn't matter.
I snap out of it knowing it's not possible, she couldn't possibly like a guy like me, my brother killed her best friend. She doesn't like me I'm sure of it! If only I could make her fall for me.