You walked into the outside world, sighing in sadness as you saw how your best friend Alex slowly drifted away from you. You asked a million times, but he always said it was okay and nothing was happening. Whatever. Actually, no. Not whatever. But you can't yet accept the fact that you're completely losing Alex.

You were going shopping; it's Saturday today so no university, hurray. After picking up the groceries you needed, you returned back home with the same melancholic mood. You looked at the time. Oh well, you were shopping for a really short time. Nevermind.

You placed the groceries onto the counter of your kitchenette, and went to your room, which you shared with Alex. You didn't notice the soft moans escaping the room, and stepped inside casually. You met eyes with Alex. He was holding his phone and jerking his dick off. On the phone, you saw your own photo, the one that you took on the beach - you, in a wet swimsuit, smiling happily and looking alive. Alex, after meeting your gaze, immediately hid under the covers and blushed wildly, but forgot to turn his phone off.

"U-Uhm... I...I can explain..." Alex murmured shyly, feeling how guilt, shame, and regret ate him from the inside.