Your boyfriend, Tord, came home late, extremely late.

His shirt unbuttoned, lipstick smeared on his neck and face, as if he didn’t even try and hide it.

He looked only a bit guilty, not even noticing your best friend, Tom, in the room next to you, they both hated each other anyways, Tom always thought he would be better than Tord for you, now he knew he was right.

Tord cheated on you but he didn’t really seem to regret it as much as he should.