The Boyfriend -

Alex tried harder. He cooked Sam’s favorite pasta, bought tickets to a band they both loved, showed up at Sam’s door with a six-pack on a rainy Tuesday. Sam would smile—that old, bright smile—and for an hour, things felt normal. Then the smile would falter, and Sam’s eyes would drift to the window, or his phone, or anywhere but Alex’s face.

“Talk to me,” Alex said one evening, sitting on the edge of Sam’s couch. The rain drummed against the glass, steady and insistent. The Boyfriend

At first, Alex dismissed it. Everyone has off days. But the crack widened over the following weeks. Sam started canceling plans last-minute, citing work, then family, then a vague “feeling under the weather.” His texts, once littered with emojis and exclamation points, became clipped. Okay. Sure. Maybe tomorrow. Alex tried harder