Alex couldn’t escape the crushing weight of his obsession with Ethan. The more he thought about their connection, the more it consumed him. His thoughts spiraled, and soon, he found himself staring at a bottle of pills in his hand, questioning everything. The need for Ethan was overwhelming, and the idea of living without him felt unbearable.
Just as the darkness seemed too much to bear, Alex’s phone buzzed. It was a message from Ethan: I’m sorry, Alex. I can’t lose you. I need you.
The words cut through the fog in Alex’s mind like a lifeline. Shaking, he dropped the pills and rushed out the door, knowing he had to see Ethan. He needed to hear his voice, to feel grounded.
When Alex arrived at Ethan’s apartment, Ethan was sitting on the couch, his face etched with worry. "I don’t know what to do," Ethan whispered, his voice trembling. "I can’t lose you."
Alex knelt in front of him, holding his face gently. "I need you too, but we can’t keep doing this," he said softly. "This obsession—it’s not healthy."
Ethan nodded, tears filling his eyes. "I know. I just didn’t want to lose you."
Alex hugged him tightly, feeling the weight of the moment. "We’ll take it slow. Together. But we’ll find a way through this."
For the first time in days, Alex felt a glimmer of hope. The darkness was still there, but in Ethan’s arms, he felt like he could breathe again.
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This shorter version highlights Alex’s moment of crisis and the turning point where their bond begins to heal, showing that love and mutual support can offer hope even in the darkest times.
