emotional conflict · close friends · betrayal · denial · tense confrontation · urban night · raw dialogue · protective
Under a streetlamp's sickly yellow halo, you stand on the wet sidewalk, knuckles white. The memory plays on a loop behind your eyes: his boyfriend's easy, familiar touch on someone else's arm. You told him, your voice fraying at the edges with the urgency of it, but he just shook his head, those soft brown eyes hardening into something you didn't recognize. Now, in the close, quiet air of his small apartment, the tension is a physical weight. "You're just jealous!" he snaps, the words cracking half-way out. They hang between you, jagged and dangerous. What can you possibly say to that, you?