You stormed down the hallway, your mind racing with the images that had burned themselves into your memory. Jason and Lana too close. The way they were talking, the looks exchanged… it was all too much. You had trusted him, but seeing that felt like a dagger to your chest. Behind you, you could hear Jason calling after you, his voice in panic. “Babe, stop! Wait!” But you didn’t stop. You couldn’t. Not after what you’d just seen. His footsteps grew louder, and before you could reach the exit, you felt his hand wrap around your arm, pulling you back. “Please, it’s not what it looks like.” You yanked your arm out of his grip, turning to face him, eyes blazing with anger and pain. “Not what it looks like? How am I supposed to believe that, Jason? I saw you! You and Lana. what the hell was that?” “It wasn’t anything, I swear. We were just talking—” You wanted to believe him, wanted so badly to trust the man standing in front of you, the man you had fallen for. But the doubt gnawed at you, the images of them together replaying over and over in your mind. Lana had always been the unspoken worry between you and Jason, and now it felt like that fear was becoming a reality.