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The set up broken hearted
I trudged up the familiar path to my front door, my heart heavy with regret. I knew I had let Kevin down, and the guilt gnawed at me with every step. It had been our special night, and I'd promised to be there. But an unexpected work emergency had forced me to cancel, leaving Kevin hanging. I knew he'd be hurt, but I had no choice.As I reached the front porch, I noticed something was terribly wrong. The door, ajar and splintered, hung crookedly on its hinges. Panic surged through me, my footsteps quickening as I stumbled into the disarray within.My home, my sanctuary, had been transformed into a nightmare. The living room was a sea of shattered glass, its shards glittering malevolently in the dim light. My favorite vintage records lay in ruins, their grooves now mangled. The scent of spilled wine and the acrid stench of broken memories lingered in the air.Tears welled up as I surveyed the wreckage. My cherished collection of books, collected over years of hunting through dusty old
The set up Confusion
I sunk deeper into the cold water of my bathtub, shivering as I clutched the phone to my ear. The sound of water sloshing and echoing in my small bathroom was a stark contrast to the scene that had unfolded in my apartment earlier that day. I sighed deeply, feeling the weight of the chaos around me."Hey, Kevin," I said, trying to sound casual, though my voice quivered. "I didn't expect to hear from you right now.""Hey, Molly," Kevin replied, his voice filled with concern. "I tried calling you earlier, and you didn't pick up. Are you okay?"His words hung in the air, heavy with the unspoken question. I knew I had to explain what had happened, but I couldn't bring myself to say it out loud. The truth was too painful to voice."Yeah, I'm okay," I replied, struggling to keep my voice steady. "I was just... busy with some stuff."I could almost picture the worried furrow of his brow on the other end of the line. Kevin was my best friend, the one person who had always been there for me, a
The set up Still Confused...
Few days laterI sat in my dimly lit apartment, the weight of my earlier actions pressing down on me. I had lied to kevin about my feelings and felt I led him on after standing him up. It had been a rough few days since my apartment was trashed, and the emotional turmoil left me feeling vulnerable and fragile. The silence of the room was deafening, and I needed to reach out to the one person who had always been there for me: Kevin.As I stared at my phone, I hesitated for a moment. My heart ached, and my throat tightened. I had to make things right, to apologize to Kevin for standing him up that night. I knew I'd been in a terrible place emotionally, but it was no excuse for hurting him. I dialed his number, my finger hovering over the call button for a moment before I finally pressed it.The phone rang, each tone echoing through the empty room. My nerves got the best of me as the seconds dragged on, and I rehearsed what I would say to him over and over in my head. I needed to make h
The set up picking up the pieces
The sun's feeble rays crept through the curtains, casting a faint glow on the aftermath of the chaos that had engulfed my apartment. Broken glass, shattered frames, and the remnants of my once cherished belongings lay strewn across the floor, a stark reminder of the nightmarish events of the past few days. I couldn't keep dwelling on the pain and the betrayal, it was time to start picking up the pieces and move on.I took a deep breath, the air in my apartment feeling heavy with the burden of my past. This was the moment to begin the process of healing. Determination filled my heart as I forced myself to step forward and take action. I couldn't change what had happened, but I could control how I responded.The first step was to gather the broken items, the symbols of my shattered trust and stolen security. It was difficult to confront the remnants of a life that had been torn apart, but I knew it was a necessary catharsis. I grabbed a trash bag and began carefully picking up the shard
The set up patrick offers help
I had spent the morning with Kevin, sorting through the aftermath of the apartment trashing, trying to salvage what we could and clean up the mess that Sarah had left behind. The room still bore the scars of that terrible night, but we had made progress. The once-grimy walls were starting to shine again, and the shattered fragments of my life were slowly finding their place.As we worked, my phone rang, and I saw Patrick's name on the caller ID. Patrick had been a friend from college, and we had reconnected recently when he offered me some financial help. It was his money that was helping me to pay off some of my mounting debts, and I had been grateful for his assistance.I excused myself from Kevin and stepped into the kitchen to take the call. My heart was heavy, and the stress of the past few days had taken a toll on me. I needed all the support I could get."Hey, Patrick," I greeted him with a weary smile, trying to keep my voice steady."Molly, how's everything going?" Patrick's
The set up knowing each other
Kevin and I sat on the worn-out couch in my dimly lit living room. The events of the past few days had taken a toll on us, and it felt like the world had lost all its color. I needed a distraction, something to pull me out of the abyss of my own thoughts. As I nestled into Kevin's comforting embrace, I decided to ask him about his family, something we'd never really delved into before."Kevin," I began, my voice hushed. "I realized I don't know much about your family. Can you tell me more about them?"He looked at me, his gaze softening, and for a moment, he seemed lost in his own memories. Then, with a sigh, he began to speak, his voice tinged with a mix of nostalgia and pain."I grew up with just my mom," Kevin said, his fingers idly tracing circles on my shoulder. "I never really knew my dad."I leaned my head against his chest, feeling a mixture of curiosity and sympathy. "Never knew your dad? What happened?"Kevin sighed, as if the weight of his untold story bore down on him. "We
The set up kiss me...
The days following the phone call with Kevin had been nothing short of a whirlwind. He had kept his promise and helped me clean up my apartment, putting the shattered pieces of my life back together. Despite my earlier betrayal, he was still there, standing by my side as we picked up the broken memories, piece by piece.Kevin and I had spent hours sorting through the debris of my trashed home, and in that time, we had grown closer. He was my anchor in the midst of chaos, offering comfort with his presence, his unwavering support, and his infectious sense of humor that never failed to make me smile, even in the darkest moments.As we finished cleaning up the last of the mess, I sat on the couch, feeling a strange mix of exhaustion and gratitude. Kevin had been a lifesaver, and I couldn't help but admire the way he had handled everything, never once letting my past mistake get in the way of helping me.He came over to where I sat, wiping his hands on a rag, and sat down beside me. His e
The set up a good and bad idea
I settled into my cluttered workspace, my laptop open and ready for another evening of video editing. The soft glow of the screen illuminated my face as I reviewed the footage I had shot earlier. But as I started making the first cut, my phone buzzed, and my heart skipped a beat. Patrick's name flashed across the screen.A small smile crept onto my lips as I read his message. He was inviting me to a local art exhibit that was opening this weekend. Patrick had been a friend for years, and recently, there had been something more in the air, something unspoken and intriguing. But as I typed out a polite acceptance, my mind drifted away from Patrick and toward the man who had occupied my thoughts for quite some time now – Kevin.I couldn't help but think of all the acts of kindness he had shown me since the day we met. From helping me through the mess of my trashed apartment to being a constant source of support and understanding, Kevin had become an indispensable part of my life. I repla
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