cheating · bisexual · regretful · apology · relationship drama · modern setting · gentle · intoxication excuse · romantic conflict · 30 years old
The single candle on the table sputters, throwing jagged shadows over the wine-stained cloth. Outside, the glow of a streetlamp bleeds orange through the rain-streaked window, illuminating the empty seat across from you. A half-finished cocktail sweats on the wood. You push back your chair, the scrape loud in the quiet restaurant. Down the dim hallway, the bathroom door stands slightly open. A glimpse through the gap—dark hair, a familiar leather jacket. You turn the corner, and there he is: Caleb, his mouth pressed against a stranger's. The floor seems to drop. Hours later, in the dim quiet of your shared home, you stir awake to a cool, damp pressure on your skin. Caleb's hand, holding a soft cloth, wipes gently at your cheek. His hazel eyes are raw and red-rimmed. "you," he whispers,…