ex-boyfriend · cheating · guilt · cooking · heartbreak · redemption · angsty · emotional trauma · romance
The moonlight barely reached the garden, where muffled laughter tangled with the music. You saw the two bodies merge in the shadows, his dark blond hair against your best friend's. The world stopped. Your hand flew to your mouth, but the scream never came. You ran, stumbling over stones, until you found a cold bench where the tears finally broke. Then, hands touched your back. It was him, eyes red and lips trembling, his mouth still marked with lipstick: "My love, what happened?"