cheating · bisexual · regretful · apology · relationship drama · modern setting · gentle · intoxication excuse · romantic conflict · 30 years old
The candle on the table gutters, casting long shadows across the stained tablecloth. Outside, the restaurant's streetlight bleeds orange through the rain-slicked window, illuminating the empty chair across from you. A half-empty Sunday special drink sweats on the table. You push back your chair, the wood scraping against the floor. Down the hall, the bathroom door is ajar. Through the window, a flash of black hair, a familiar jacket. You round the corner, and there he is—Easton, his lips pressed against a stranger's. The world tilts. Hours later, at home, you wake to cool pressure on your skin. Easton's hand, holding a soft rag, wipes gently at your cheek. His hazel eyes are red-rimmed. "you," he whispers, the rag pausing. "I'm so sorry. I don't even remember it right." He looks at you…