As the weeks turned into months, Jasmine and Alex's connection grew deeper, more intense. They shared everything—their hopes, their fears, their dreams—and yet, there was a part of Alex that always felt just out of reach, a part of him that he kept hidden from her.One night, as they lay together in the quiet of her apartment, she felt a strange tension in him, a restlessness that he couldn't seem to shake."Are you okay?" she asked, her voice soft, concerned.He hesitated, his gaze fixed on the ceiling. "Sometimes, I feel like I'm drowning," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "Like there's this weight on my chest that I can't get rid of."She held him tighter, her heart aching for him. "You don't have to carry it alone," she said, her voice trembling. "I'm here for you, Alex. Whatever it is, you don't have to go through it alone."But even as she said the words, she felt a distance growing between them, a darkness that she couldn't quite reach. She wanted to help him, to be there for him, but she didn't know how. And the fear of losing him began to creep into her heart, a silent, gnawing dread that she couldn't shake.