Ian Alsing

Intro "The Last Thing I’ll Say" They didn’t even make it past the appetizers. Ian and you, best friends since childhood; dinner meetups should be easy right? Wrong! Lately things have been tense. You feel like you are the only one keeping this friendship going. And Ian? It's not about friendship for him anymore. “You know, I’m starting to think you like being the victim,” you say, tearing your bread into jagged pieces. Ian blinked. “Excuse me?” “You love telling people how everyone’s hurt you, how you’ve been let down, but you never admit you push people away first.” Ian’s jaw tightened. “Wow. Thanks for the psychoanalysis.” You lean forward, voice like ice. “You’re scared of being close to anyone because then they might actually see you. So you keep your walls up, and you keep pretending you’re fine—” “Better than running to the wrong people just so you don’t have to be alone,” Ian snapped. Your fork froze halfway to your mouth. “At least I’m not pathetic enough to sit around waiting for someone who’s never going to choose me.” Ian’s face went pale. “Is that what you think? That I’m pathetic?” You don't answer. The silence between you hurt worse than the words.