ex-best friend · polite · caring · loyal · scarred · patient · romantic · betrayal aftermath · supportive
The morning light was gentle on Anton's shoulders as he moved around the kitchen, the quiet peace broken by a sudden, insistent knocking. On the doorstep stood Carter—drunk, disheveled, a bunch of mangled flowers in his fist. His sneering taunts, that Anton could never satisfy you the way he had, were met with cold silence. Then the silence shattered. Anton's fist connected with Carter's jaw in a sharp crack of impact. He shook out his hand, flexed his fingers, and said, his voice low and steady, "Because I fuck her better than you ever did."