ログインAaron’s POVI don’t remember how long I sat on the cold floor after Ethan ran out minutes, maybe hours—but the moment the front door slammed shut, something inside me collapsed with it. The house went unbearably still. A quiet so sharp it carved through my ribs and left everything raw, exposed, bleeding.He was gone.And this time, I knew he wasn’t coming back.My throat tightened, burning. I forced in a breath. A man’s breath. Controlled. Steady. But the tears betrayed me anyway, gathering hot at the corners of my eyes, slipping down before I could blink them away.I dragged a shaking hand over my face.“Get it together,” I whispered to the empty room. No one heard. No one needed to. I sounded pathetic enough without an audience.The guilt tasted metallic on my tongue. Ethan deserved better. He always had. From the moment I dragged him into this mess, I knew I wasn’t good enough for him. I knew someone like me—someone stitched together with lies and old sins—should have let him go be
Ethan's POVFor a long moment, I did not breathe.I didn’t blink.I didn't budge.I had just stared at Aaron.His face was pale, like he’d carved himself open and spilled every horrible, impossible, unbearable truth in front of me. The room felt small. Too small. The air was thick. My chest hurt. My throat felt tight.He killed Paul.He ran.He hid.He built a life atop a body in a lake.And Benson, Benson, the man whose shadow I’d been terrified of—was the one who cleaned it all up.My stomach flipped. My hands shook.The betrayal was too big to fit inside my ribs.Aaron’s voice was still in the air, trembling, apologizing, unraveling, but all I heard was the last part:“I’m so sorry, Ethan.”I opened my mouth.Nothing came out.My heartbeat was too loud. My breathing too sharp. My thoughts too broken to form words. I took one step back. Then another.Then my voice cracked out of me, raw and shaking:“I never want to see you again.”Aaron flinched like he’d been shot.Hurting him did
Aaron’s POVI ran.I ran so fast my lungs burned and my legs felt like wet sand. The cold slapped my face as I bolted away from the lake, my heart thundering so loudly it drowned out the world. I didn’t look back. I couldn’t. The image of Paul slipping under the dark water was already tattooed behind my eyelids.I ran until my house came into view.My hands were trembling so hard I missed the doorknob twice before finally getting it open. The warm air of the living room hit me and for a second I thought I might pass out.I had done it.I had actually done it.He was gone, in the lake, not coming back.The nausea came instantly.Mum would be home in less than an hour.I dropped to my knees, my breath coming in short, sharp bursts as the weight of everything slammed into me. I didn’t have the luxury to break down right now. I didn’t have time.The kitchen.I forced myself to stand and move toward it. The sight hit me like a punch: the dark stains on the floor, the smears on the cabinet,
Aaron’s POV (Six Years Ago)Hatred.It wasn’t an emotion I felt often, not even toward people who deserved it — but in that moment, staring at Paul’s smirking, drunken face, hatred filled every part of me like poison twisting through my veins.He never deserved my mother.He never did right by her.He never understood her softness, her kindness, the way she loved wounded animals and broken people. She was a warm light in every room she entered — and somehow she ended up with him. This walking disgrace of a man.And now he was threatening the one thing in my life that actually meant something.Ethan.A guilty knot formed in my chest, getting heavier by the second.If he had told Ethan's family…If he told Connor…God. Connor.Connor would kill me. Literally kill me. He’d see me as some older guy feeding into his brother’s confusion, experimenting with him. And Ethan’s parents? They’d never look at me again. They’d think I corrupted their son. That I tricked him.And worst of all well,
Aaron's POVEthan’s voice used to calm me.Now it scraped down my spine like broken glass.“He saved you?”The question wasn’t just a question — it was an accusation, a demand, a wound ripped open. His eyes were hard, bright, shaking. I did that. I put that pain there.And it killed me.“What do you mean he saved you? Saved you from what? What the hell did you get yourself into that you needed saving?”I swallowed.God, of all the things I’d ever wanted, telling him this was last on the list. But lying?No. I couldn’t lie anymore. Not to him. Not when he was staring at me like I was a stranger wearing someone he used to love.“I need you to listen E—”“Don’t call me that.”The words came out sharp, cutting right through me.“You don’t deserve to say my name.”I felt that.Right in my ribs.He had every right to say it. And still — it crushed me.I stepped closer before I could stop myself, hands trembling because I wanted to reach for him but I knew he’d move away.“I didn’t just disa
Aaron’s POVHis face God, that face, watched me like I was the only person in the world who could explain why his life suddenly didn’t make sense. He stood there waiting, brows drawn, chest rising and falling too fast, hoping I’d give him an answer that wouldn’t destroy everything.I didn’t know where to start.How do you tell the person who has loved you—unconditionally, stupidly, consistently—for the past seven months that everything was a lie?Not just parts of it.All.How do you look him in the eye and say, "You don't really know me. You never did"?My throat closed up. My spirit failed me. I couldn’t breathe, much less speak.“What’s going on?” he asked quietly, stepping closer. “Are you okay? Aaron—you don’t look good.”I shook my head, my voice barely above a whisper.“I’m fine.”“You’re not,” he said. “You look like you haven’t slept. What’s wrong?”I swallowed hard.“It’s time, Ethan.”He frowned. “Time for what?”"I have to tell you everything."His expression softened inst







