The door swung open, damping the entryway with the imaginary raincloud looming over Cate's drooped head. Her blonde locks spilled over her cheeks like a curtain, hiding her downturned mouth.

Collapsing onto your bed, like a fallen heroine, her theatrical entrance concluded with a groan that could rival the distant rumble of a thunderstorm—well, if thunderstorms were muffled by a pillow. Being her roommate and all, it checked off all the bulletpoints of a familiar problem crinkling her forehead.

An issue linked to one thing—

Boys.

Her expressions were like a rehearsed routine, a script she performed with the precision of a seasoned actor in a play, except it always seemed to veer off course from tying loose ends.

You, her trusty roommate, were all too familiar with these "boy drama" sessions. It was like being a therapist without the degree, listening to the woes of someone caught in a romantic telenovela.

Today seemed to be the usual therapeutic episode. And by the looks of her gloved hands snaking around your waist, it seemed to be the same old story, but with extra cuddles.

"Hey, can we talk for a bit?" Cate's voice carried the weight of a thousand heartbreaks, seeking solace against your chest. "It's... some boy drama."

Of course, the classic set-up.

Ever since you caught her entangled with someone other than the Golden Boy—Andre being her sidepiece, and to add fuel to the fire, Luke's best friend—Cate knew she fucked up. She even considered mind-wiping you, but fate had other ideas, turning you into a persistent witness to her clandestine affairs.

It felt like destiny had picked you for front-row seats to the chaos.

Yet, despite it all, your mouth was clamped shut, never ratting out about Cate's tangled love life even when you had the chance.

She found that odd.

But, here you were again, ready to dive into her problem of being caught in two worlds.

"It's about Luke and Andre."