Outside the window, the sun was setting into the nearby hills. The wind was
blowing gently, the birds were returning home.
The two of them sat together on Jonny’s bed. Both were silent. Jonny had
called this little meeting. He wanted to say something that had been on his
mind for quite a while.
“Listen,” he started hesitantly. “I really have to talk to you.”
“What about?”
“There’s something I’ve been meaning to tell you…”
“Yes?”
“Look, we’ve been friends for a long time, right? And we’ve been through so
much together. You’ve saved my life so many times…” He paused, not knowing
how to go on.
“Go on.”
“Well, it’s just that, somewhere during the course of our life together,
I’ve realised that I’m… I’m in love with you.”
Jonny looked up.
There was a dead silence.
“I know such feelings can develop when you least expect them to… but we’ll
deal with it, Jonny.”
“You mean, you’re not mad?”
“Of course not! You’re my best friend, and I would never get mad at you for
such a small thing.”
Jonny smiled.
“Thanks, Hadji.”

The End (Or is it?).