JacobThe wedding date had come and gone.And none of us talked about it. There was nothing to talk about anyway.The calendar that hung on the fridge still had that day marked in red, a quiet reminder of the plans that never came to light. I found myself staring at it for hours afterward, running my fingertip over the faded ink, hoping that somehow it could reverse what we’d lost.It was meant to be a day of new beginnings, a celebration of love and promises. But we had canceled it… called it off, just like everything else. The lies had built walls between us, and the secrets had ripped us apart. It all became too much to ignore. So there we stood, amidst the wreckage of what could have been, trying to figure out our next steps.Dust particles danced in the beam of afternoon light streaming into the quiet room, making me realize just how long it’s been since we last shared a laugh here. The reflection of those happy moments seemed far away, almost like a stranger in the stillnes
JacobNathan’s touch felt strange.I remembered the softness of his palm when we first met… so delicate, so certain. Back then, it felt like I was discovering a new part of myself, one that was safe in his hands. Now, every brush of his fingers against my skin felt unsettling, as though he, too, was unsure of the turn our love had taken.I didn’t want to admit it, and I sure didn’t want to confront the growing distance between us, but it was there, hanging over me like an inescapable shadow. His hands were always so gentle as if he were trying to soothe me and revive something that had faded. But every time his fingers brushed my skin, I couldn’t shake the feeling that things just weren’t the same anymore.In the quiet hours of the night, I lay awake replaying our daily routine… coffee cups clinking, the soft hum of his voice in the mornings. It used to be comforting. Now it felt like a rehearsed scene I could no longer inhabit.His touch was now a reminder of what we once had.
JacobHe kissed me as if it were our final moment.A distant siren wailed, but in that kiss, time stood still. The world around us… turned into dust motes dancing in slanted afternoon light, and faded into silence.His hands felt rough against my skin, drawing me in closer, almost as if he thought merging our bodies would stop the inevitable. The kiss was filled with a desperate intensity that I couldn’t fully grasp, but it resonated deeply in my chest. The urgency and need behind it was suffocating, as if he were trying to fill a void I’d created… a void that couldn’t be mended with just a single kiss.My mind spun with all the moments we’d stolen… the midnight whispers, trembling touches, the quiet hope that one day this would feel safe. Now it felt like the last gasp of air before drowning.I didn’t pull away. I couldn’t bring myself to do it, not with the insistence of his lips, not with his hands holding me firmly against him, as if he were trying to close the space that lay b
DanielI noticed the ring still stuck on his finger.I was watching him from across the room, pretending to be assimilated in some half-read report. All the while, my eyes tracked every subtle motion, the way his hand flexed, the pale light on the metal, the pull of memory etched into that simple band.Nathan’s engagement ring.Why hadn’t he taken it off?It wasn’t just a casual glance. I didn’t stumble upon it by accident. No, I was intentionally watching him… the way his hand moved, how his fingers brushed against his skin as he fidgeted with the ring, twisting it in a way that felt uncertain.His knuckles whitened each time he looped and unlooped the metal around his finger. The gesture was almost nervous like he was searching for comfort in a promise that could no longer hold him.I remembered the first time he’d worn it. I saw the craftsmanship of the ring. The jeweler’s careful hands, Jacob’s bright smile when he told me Nathan had given it to him. Now that gleaming circle had
Jacob Should’ve known forgiving Nathan… or at least speaking to him again would complicate things, yet again.I had the chance to end the war between Daniel and Nathan, the back and forth too, but for some stupid reason, I couldn’t walk away from Nathan.Not just yet.Even after everything that had happened between us.After everything that Daniel had revealed to me.But Nathan wasn’t just a man I could forget in a day… or even a year. He held a special place in my fragile broken heart.And letting him go, like what we had shared in these last years meant nothing was just not possible.I found myself standing right in the middle of it all. Again. Between the two men who wanted to give me the world.Nathan and Daniel.Two men who had shaped my life, torn me apart and then tried to put me back together again. And now, I had no idea who I was anymore.I felt incomplete. I wasn’t healed. The fragments of my being were scattered everywhere… some probably lost forever, others damaged be
NathanWhen I saw Daniel again, there was no second-guessing what I wanted to do. I didn’t hold back.I’d been pacing since morning, heart pounding in my ears, waiting for this moment. The air between us crackled with the weight of everything lately.Time slowed. My fist arced through space with a force I didn’t know I still had.My fist slammed into his jaw with a sickening crack. For a brief moment, I felt a rush of satisfaction, thinking that maybe I could finally let go of some of the anger that had built up inside me.The thud echoed in the empty hall like a gunshot. My knuckles burned, but for once I felt alive.But when he stood there, not fighting back, not even flinching, it hit me hard that something inside had already shattered. My knuckles throbbed from the impact, but the rage still simmered just beneath the surface.He was like a statue carved from ice. Calm, unyielding… unbroken.Daniel simply looked at me, a smirk playing on his lips. He wiped the blood from his lip