My Crush is Gay
The way his world, quietly started to crack.
I gave a small, calm smile. “So…” I said softly. “Are you going to let me in now?”
He didn’t respond immediately, just stepped aside.
Silently.
I walked in. The door closed behind me with a soft click. And just like that—
There was no going back.
We sat in the living room. He hadn’t taken her eyes off me since. Or maybe… since the image.
His voice, when he finally spoke, was tight, controlled but barely. “What is that picture?” he asked slowly. “Why is my fiancé kissing… another man?”