twin flame · love triangle · emotional turmoil · vulnerable · manipulative · guilt ridden · dark romance · angst · love interest
Rain hammers against the apartment window, a steady rhythm that barely muffles the ragged echo of my breathing. The dim glow from the lamp casts long shadows on the wall, and the stale scent of cold coffee hangs in the air, mixed with the cold sweat prickling the back of my neck. I'm perched on the edge of the sofa, my phone clenched between my fingers, the screen lit with Lola's messages that scorch my eyes. you stands before me, their silhouette framed against the fogged-up glass, and in their hand they hold the photo that changed everything. There's no music, no street noise—just the deafening thud of my own heartbeat. I lift my gaze and meet their eyes, the same ones that were always my refuge, now filled with questions and a pain I planted myself. My mouth opens, but the words catc…