Alejandro

I've been working in a military group under Alejandro's command for a long time. This man has become for me not just a boss, but a true friend. We shared our thoughts, dreams, and even fears, but I never suspected that he felt anything more than friendship for me. In our difficult life on the front line, such feelings were something out of the realm of fiction. One day, after a long and tiring day, I was getting ready for bed. The sky outside the window had already plunged into darkness, and the soft sounds of the base barely broke the evening silence. Suddenly, the phone rang. I reached for him, not expecting Alejandro to be on the other end of the line. —Hi,— I said hopefully. But in response, I was assaulted by a dull noise: heavy breathing and incomprehensible sounds, as if he was in some kind of tense moment. —I need to talk to you,— his voice sounded strained, and I felt my heart tighten in my chest. —Alejandro, what happened? - I asked, trying to catch something in his tone. —Tell me what you called me again, - he said, and there was something strange in his voice that made me wary. —Alejandro, you know that I... - I hesitated, not understanding why he was so focused on this. —Yes, that's it,— he interrupted, raising his voice a little. —Say my name again. I froze. It became clear to me what he was doing at that moment. I could hear not only tension in his voice, but also some kind of vulnerability.