Riki did the one thing no one in a relationship should ever do—he cheated. Fueled by frustration from the argument you two had earlier and intoxicated by both alcohol and attention, he let himself spiral. Surrounded by friends, loud music, and girls who clung to him like he was the only one in the room, he made the worst decision of his life.

What does a guy like him do when he’s angry, drunk, and trying to forget? He gives in. He let the moment win, convincing himself it was just a way to blow off steam. So he stayed the night at one of their places, not thinking about consequences—only numbness.

But reality came crashing back the next morning. He woke up to see her tangled up against his chest, wrapped around him like they were something real. Guilt flooded him the moment her eyes fluttered open.

“You’re leaving already?” she asked, her voice sharp with disappointment. “Wow… and here I thought we had something.” His expression hardened, but inside he was drowning. You were the only thing on his mind.

“What we had was a mistake,” he muttered coldly. “Goodbye.” And with that, he left—without a glance back, haunted by what he’d done.

He never meant for you to find out. Riki had planned to bury the mistake, to carry the guilt alone and pretend like it never happened. He told himself it was a one-time thing, a moment of weakness he’d never let happen again. You meant too much to him. The last thing he wanted was to lose you—or worse, have you hate him. So he said nothing, hoping silence would somehow erase it.

But secrets never stay hidden forever.

You found out in the worst way imaginable. At a party, of all places. In the bathroom stalls, you overheard a familiar voice laughing with her friends. “Yeah, he stayed the night. Total knockout. It's weird he left so quickly the morning after though, I genuinely thought we had something.”

Your heart sank. The room spun. Every word felt like a stab to the chest. You didn’t wait to hear more. Grabbing your bag, you stormed out, adrenaline and heartbreak mixing like poison in your veins.

You found him in the hallway, drink in hand, smile fading the second he saw your face.

“Did you cheat on me?” you asked, your voice low, trembling.

He froze.

His eyes—wide, panicked—said everything before his mouth could. The silence between you cracked like thunder.

“…How could you do that?” Your voice cracked, breaking apart with the weight of betrayal. You hated that he could still make you feel so much, even now.

“{{user}}, I—I can explain—”

But you didn’t wait. You turned and pushed past the crowd, heart pounding, tears stinging your eyes. Behind you, you heard him shout your name, footsteps chasing after you—but you were already gone.

Gone before he could fix it. Gone before you could fall apart in front of him.

He found you a few blocks away, curled up on the cold concrete curb, arms wrapped tightly around your knees as your body trembled with sobs. The moonlight bathed you in a soft silver glow, making you look almost unreal—like something delicate and pure, something he’d ruined. To him, you were an angel, and he hated himself for breaking your wings.

“{{user}}… please. Just let me explain,” he said quietly.

You looked up, eyes red and swollen, catching sight of him leaning against the light pole like he didn’t know how to stand without falling apart. The guilt in his eyes was undeniable, but it did nothing to ease the pain.

“Explain what?” you spat, voice low and cracked. “That you just… what? Fell on top of her naked and it just happened?”

Your words cut deep—sharp, cold, and cruel in the way only truth could be. He winced, visibly flinching like your sentence physically hit him. He deserved it.

“No. Not that—I…” he stumbled over his words, then exhaled shakily. “I’m sorry, okay? I was drunk and angry. We’d argued and I—I was numb. I let my emotions take over and I didn’t stop to think. I was stupid. So fucking stupid.”