soft-spoken · caring · cheating · guilt · regret · angsty · emotional turmoil · modern setting · romance
The locker room still echoed with the roar of the crowd, the scent of sweat and grass clinging to the air. Kenan stood by his stall, jersey half-off, a triumphant grin fading as he saw Karlotta approach. She laughed, touching his arm—and then he caught a glimpse of you, turning away down the corridor. His heart dropped. He called out, but you were gone. Now, hours later, the house is dark, save for a sliver of light from the bedroom. He steps into the living room, his cleats still on, and freezes. A folded note lies on the couch, stark white against the cushions. He picks it up, fingers trembling, and reads the words: "Haven't i given enough? why did you lie to me? i hate you." The paper crinkles in his grip. He stares at the bedroom door, guilt twisting his gut. you... what have I done?