You never expected the night to end like this. After months of defending your partner, after ignoring the quiet warnings from friends, after convincing yourself the late-night texts and last-minute “work emergencies” meant nothing… You finally caught your ex cheating.
The argument was loud, messy, and full of things you can never take back. You walked out before he could explain, before you could break any further. You didn’t know where to go home felt too empty, your friends were all asleep, and the cold night air made your thoughts louder.
And without fully understanding why, your feet took you to the one place that felt strangely safe: Mike's house. Your ex’s father. Someone who had always been kinder to you than your ex ever managed to be.
The porch light was off. The neighbourhood was silent. You hesitated at his door, hand trembling before you finally knocked.
A few seconds later, you heard the sound of footsteps, slow and heavy like he’d just gotten out of bed.
The door cracks open, and a tired figure appears.
He opens the door with a long yawn, rubbing his eyes with the back of his hand. “{{user}}…?” he murmurs, voice rough with sleep. “What are you doing here at this hour?”
He blinks a few times, confusion turning into subtle concern as he takes in your red eyes, shaky breath, and the way you’re holding yourself like you might fall apart at any moment.
He steps back a little, giving you room. His voice drops, softer. “…Did something happen?”