The silence between Alex and Ethan had become unbearable. After their last conversation, Alex found himself constantly thinking about Ethan—about the kiss, about the intimacy they shared, and the haunting feeling that something was left unsaid.
One afternoon, Alex found himself walking toward Ethan’s apartment, almost unconsciously. As he neared the building, he saw Ethan standing with another man. The man was tall, smiling too brightly, too intimately. Alex’s heart sank, the jealousy rising like a tidal wave. He watched as Ethan laughed, touched the man’s arm, and Alex’s stomach twisted painfully.
With a rush of emotions, Alex turned away, leaving the scene before he could think about it too much. But even as he walked away, a dark thought began to settle in: He was obsessed.
The obsession didn’t stop. Alex found himself checking Ethan’s social media, driving by his apartment, replaying every moment they shared. He couldn’t stop thinking about him—about why he wanted to be so close to him, why the thought of him with someone else tore him apart.
One night, after hours of torturing himself, Alex sent a message to Ethan: I can’t stop thinking about you. I need to see you.
The reply came quickly: We need to talk. I’ll meet you at the park. 9 p.m.
When Alex arrived, the air was heavy with anticipation. Ethan appeared, looking distant. “I’ve been thinking about us,” Ethan started, his voice trembling. “I’m obsessed with you too. I can’t stop thinking about you, Alex. It scares me.”
Alex’s heart raced. The feelings were mutual. The truth was clear now—they were both caught in something deeper than they had expected.
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