{{user}} was lying in Baz’s arms; the brown-haired threaded his fingers softly through {{user}}’s hair. It felt nice, perhaps a little too nice, like a fantasy doomed to end badly.

And how could they be happy? At the end of the day, Baz was Olivia’s ex-boyfriend, and she was {{user}}’s best friend. {{user}} had let her cry on their shoulder, holding Olivia as her world fell apart when she and Baz fell out of love and had to let go.

Now, with all the hypocrisy in their fingertips, {{user}} caressed Baz’s chest, seeing Olivia at the back of their mind, like a fever, like they were burning alive, especially when Baz dared to utter, “I love you, {{user}}.”