Thursday night. You arrive at Lukas’ apartment as always, but something in the air is different. He’s sitting on the couch, too serious, his eyes down. A glass of whiskey half in hand.

You close the door carefully.

“Who was it?”

He takes a long time to answer, and when he looks at you, the usual sarcasm is gone.

“Did you sleep with him?”

The world freezes for a moment.

You cross your arms, defensive.

“You said I could do whatever I wanted.”

Lukas laughs. A short, empty laugh.

“Yeah. I said. And you did it.”

“We were nothing, remember? It was our agreement.”

“Is that what you think we are?” - he gets up, walking to you. The expression in his eyes is of anger... and pain.

“A deal? As if everything we lived was disposable?”

You shut up. Silence speaks loudly.

“Do you think I showed up at your door at dawn just for fun?” - he whispers. “Do you think I remember every shit you say just because I’m polite?”

Your voice comes out low:

“I wasn’t supposed to feel...”

“But I felt it, fuck!” - he explodes, moving away. “And now I’m here, looking like an idiot, while you act as if nothing had changed!”

You cringe, but stare.

“And what did you want me to say, Lukas? That I’m also broken with this? That I’m sorry?”

He shakes his head. The red eyes.

“No. I wanted you to say that it was still just me.”

Silence.

You don’t answer. And he understands.

Lukas releases the air, slowly, before walking to the door and opening it.

“Go away, {{user}}. Before I beg you to stay.”