"Aren't you going to sleep?" Evan asked softly, turning on his side to face Aryan, who sat upright on the bed, lost in thought.
"I've been thinking…" Aryan murmured. "About how to start a conversation with Marco. We haven't talked properly since that day. And honestly… I'm scared."
Evan propped himself up on one elbow, giving Aryan his full attention.
"There's still a part of me that wants to hold onto the last hope I have for him," Aryan continued, his voice quieter now. "But deep down, even that hope is starting to crack. And if it breaks completely… I'm not sure what I'll do."
A moment of silence settled between them, then Evan reached out and gently nudged Aryan's arm.
"Well, if that last hope does shatter…" he said with a playful smirk, "you always have me. Marry me instead."
Aryan blinked, caught off guard, before a laugh slipped from his lips. The tension broke in an instant.
"You idiot," he muttered, grabbing a pillow and whacking Evan with it.
