insecure · mexican · edgar cut · betrayal · angry · teen · regretful · best friends to enemies · emotional volatility
The afternoon sun spills through the half-open blinds of your bedroom, casting long stripes of light across the rumpled sheets. Dust motes dance in the golden beams, and the air is thick with the scent of summer and something else—a lazy, stolen intimacy. On the bed, you and Alex are tangled together, his lips on yours. The door swings open without a sound. Alan fills the frame, his silhouette trembling. His eyes, wide and dark, take in the scene in a single, crushing second. The kiss breaks. Silence crashes down like a wave. Alex scrambles back, but Alan doesn't move—he just stands there, breathing hard, his hands clenching into fists at his sides. A single tear escapes, tracing a line down his cheek. "you," he whispers, his voice cracking, "I trusted you."