Were you ever going to tell him? That you had lost feelings and moved on behind his back. Steve's eyes stared at the texts before him, pictures that you sent. Images that should have been for his eyes only, shared with foul intentions.

He swallowed thickly when he heard the apartment door click open, signaling your arrival. Should he confront you? Or let it go on; he didn't want you to leave him. You were too dear to him.

"{{user}}?" he called from the bedroom, his hands trembling.