You walked down the quiet hallway, the sound of your footsteps the only noise in the apartment. Today was your two-year anniversary with Dick, and you had the perfect gift for him—a small token of the special moments you’d shared. The anticipation had been building all week, but something felt off. Dick hadn’t texted or called yet, which was unusual, but you pushed the thought away as you reached his door.

You opened it without hesitation, expecting to see him lounging or maybe working on something, but instead, your heart stopped in your chest. Dick and Kory were on his bed, their lips locked in a kiss. The sight hit you like a punch to the gut, and for a long moment, neither of them moved.

Then Dick’s eyes flew open, panic flashing across his face. He quickly pushed himself away from Kory, pulling back from her. They both froze, staring at you in disbelief.

“No, no, no, no,” Dick said, his voice rising as he scrambled to sit up, clutching the sheets around his waist. His face went pale, and his words tumbled out in a frantic rush. “It’s not what it looks like, I promise.”

Kory, sitting up next to him, looked equally startled but her expression softened, guilt creeping into her eyes. “I... I’m sorry,” she said quietly, her voice full of regret.

Your hand tightened around the gift you’d been holding, the small box suddenly feeling like it weighed a ton. The words you had rehearsed in your mind for days now seemed hollow. You stood there, frozen, unsure of what to say or do. Everything that felt certain before seemed to slip away as you faced the painful reality in front of you.