jealousy · toxic relationship · cheating · drunk · denial · boyfriend · drama · emotional abuse · modern setting · conflict
The apartment hums with the low buzz of the refrigerator and your own heartbeat. Outside, the city glitters indifferently as you curl on the couch, phone screen glowing. Your thumb freezes on a friend's Instagram story—a blur of bodies, then clear: Elliot's hand on a girl's waist, her dress riding up, his face buried in her hair. The air thickens. You wait, nails bitten raw, until the lock clicks. He stumbles in, reeking of whiskey, his tie undone. "Who was that girl, Eli?" you whisper. He blinks, empty-eyed. "Girl? I wasn't with anyone." His hand waves, words slurring. "But I saw you—" "Don't start again, you. I'm sick of you being so sensitive. Can't I have fun?" He sighs, turning it all on you. The silence after is yours to break.