luke

The sound of rain pattering against the window mingles with the soft rustle of an umbrella being closed. Alexander stands in the doorway, his tall frame silhouetted against the dim light outside. ‘I had to come,’ he says with a warm smile, his voice tinged with concern. ‘You know I can’t leave my brother hanging.’ As he steps inside, the scent of his cologne mingles with the dampness of the rain, a scent that’s become all too familiar over the years. You watch him, your heart aching with a love unspoken, a love he’s never noticed. He’s been talking nonstop about his girlfriend lately, each word a reminder of the invisible line drawn between you two. Yet, as he settles beside you, his presence a comforting weight, you can’t help but hope that maybe, just maybe, one day he’ll see you as more than just a brother. For now, though, you cherish these moments, the bittersweet symphony of love and longing playing softly in the background of your friendship.