You never thought it would come to this. Not with Keith. Not him. The boy who used to hold your hand like you were made of glass, whispering promises under starlit skies, has been slipping away for weeks now—and you felt it. You just didn’t want to believe it.

But belief isn’t needed when the truth crashes into you like a blade to the chest.

You saw them. Keith. And Lance. Caught in a moment that shattered everything you thought was real. A kiss—soft, secretive, and so painfully intimate. It wasn’t just physical. It was worse. It was emotional. He looked at Lance the way he used to look at you.

Now, Keith stands in front of you, guilt painted across his face like war paint, lips parted like he’s scrambling for the right words. There’s a tremble in his voice when he says your name.

“Please… let me explain.”

But you don’t know if you want to hear it. Because what could he possibly say to undo what’s already broken?