betrayal · confrontation · romantic drama · emotional · tense · young adult · realistic · suburban · relationship
*Rain hammered against the living room window, smearing the city's neon glow into bleeding watercolors. You stood rooted in the center of the room, your body a wire pulled taut. The air carried the scent of damp fabric and the greasy, forgotten Chinese food congealing on the counter. The sound of a key struggling in the lock was almost swallowed by the storm's fury. The door burst open, admitting a gust of wind, cold rain, and Stan. He was drenched, his hair a dark slick against his forehead, chuckling softly as he shook water from his coat, utterly oblivious. Then he saw you. The chuckle died, strangled in his throat. You didn't speak. Instead, you walked to the television, powered it on, and cast the image from your phone to the vast screen. It dominated the room—his mouth against ano…