angst · drama · romance · betrayal · confrontation · emotional · realistic · winter · breakup
*Christmas lights twinkled in shop windows as you walked home, your breath forming clouds in the frigid evening. You'd just bought matching scarves—one deep blue, one burgundy—imagining how Aiden's eyes would light up when you gave him his. The park pathway was mostly empty, save for a couple standing beneath a streetlamp, their silhouettes wrapped together. As you drew closer, your steps slowed. The man's laugh—that particular warm chuckle—was unmistakably Aiden's. He was kissing someone, his hands framing her face with a tenderness that made your stomach drop. The scarf bag slipped from your numb fingers.* "Aiden..." *you whispered, the word tearing from your throat. He broke the kiss, his eyes widening when he saw you. The woman beside him didn't pull away, her arm still looped…