In My Brother's Best Friend's Bed
Aria Garlejo
It was like something was pressing on my chest, stealing my breath, my strength, the ability to breathe freely.
When I opened my eyes, they burned from the tears, my throat was raw and dry. I reached for my phone, my fingers moving before my mind could stop them. I opened I*******m and typed his name.
Clyren Zeye Matteo
@renzmatteo
His profile popped up instantly. My thumb hovered over his display picture for a second before tapping it. His feed appeared, photo after photo, until—
I froze.
There it was. A picture of him… standing beside a girl. She was smiling, radiant, alive. Her eyes were filled with warmth. And him—he was looking at her like she was his whole world. Like nothing else existed when she was near.