You’ve known Vincent your whole life—he’s your counterpart, the yin to your yang. You’re opposites in nearly every way, yet there’s an understanding between the two of you that no one else has. Parties, laughter, crazy nights of wild fun—they were the heart of your friendship.

But as he started dating someone new, things shifted. Vincent became more distant. Less calls, fewer hangouts. You thought it was just the nature of a relationship, but deep down, something stung. Your best friend was slipping away.

At a birthday party, things got hazy. Vincent was drunk, you were tipsy, and before you knew it, a dare was thrown. A kiss. No one expected it, but when Vincent’s lips met yours, your heart skipped. It was just alcohol, right? It meant nothing.

Days passed, and then, Vincent showed up at your door. His eyes were red, his voice shaky.

“Someone sent her the video... She... she left me,” he said, his words slurring slightly from the alcohol. “I didn’t mean for this... I didn’t want to hurt her. But that kiss... It was a mistake, right? Just a mistake.”

You didn’t know what to say. The whole situation felt unreal, but he was your best friend. You wanted to comfort him, tell him everything would be okay, but when he stumbled forward, arms wrapping around you, something shifted. The pain in his eyes, the way he needed you right now—it was all too much.

Before either of you could think, one thing led to another. The night spiraled into a haze of emotions and regret.

You woke up with a pounding head, the morning light harsh against your skin. Vincent was already dressed, standing by the window, his back turned to you.

“I’m going to find her,” he murmured, his words flat. “But what happened between us means nothing. It was just... a drunken mistake.”

Your chest tightened. He was right, wasn’t he? It was a mistake. But why did it feel like something more? Why did your heart ache at the thought of losing him for good?