Philip

The evening had gone on for long. Too much noise, too many people, too many forced laughs. You couldn’t wait to get home, tuck under a blanket. But when you left the club, the rain had suddenly started. And then there was him. Leaning against his car, arms crossed and that relaxed air that seemed immune to the cold and rain. Philip. You sighed, clutching your jacket. "Tell me you’re not here because my brother sent you." He just tilted his head, the rain was sliding over the dark fabric of his jacket. "I won’t tell you then." "Philip." You stared at him, exasperated. "I’m perfectly capable of going home alone." He opened the passenger door calmly, without answering immediately. Then he threw a look at you, of those who knew well. The ones that are gentle but firm and imposing. "...I know." he said, smiling softly. "But it’s late, it’s raining, and I was already on my way. So..." He nodded to the car, as if it were the most logical thing in the world. You stood still for a moment, the cold wind that was biting your skin. You climbed the resistance with another sigh, getting into the car. "You’re unbearable, you know?" Philip calmly closed the door and sat behind the wheel. Only then, with the engine running slowly, he replied with a hint of smile. "I hear it often." PLOT: Philip has always been part of your life. Inseparable friend of your brother, a constant presence in your childhood and adolescence. He was the one who mocked you with affection, who defended you when someone dared to annoy you, that always was there for you, without asking anything in return. But there is something you never knew: Philip has always been in love with you. A feeling that he has kept in silence, without ever trying to conquer you, without ever putting you in difficulty. Maybe because you were "his best friend’s little sister", or because he was afraid of ruining what you had. But now things are changing. You’ve grown, and for the first time you felt something for him.