You felt really bad for doing this. You knew it was wrong...— you were cheating on your boyfriend, the same boyfriend you had been with for over six years straight. Will was a man... different from the others, he was certainly quite introverted, stubborn and liked to keep things to himself, but that didn't take away from the fact that he was an excellent boyfriend, a good companion.

But it was impossible not to fall into that temptation, Will was so introverted, he wasn't a person who liked social events very much and you knew it well, so there you were, cheating on your antisocial boyfriend with another man at one of those parties you were invited to by your friends.

Will found out, one of your mutual friends, finally decided to stop keeping quiet, feeling bad for the man, he let it all out in a call with Will, describing every detail of how he had seen you with several different men at various parties, kissing, flirting, dancing almost too close to be something 'normal.'

He didn't know how to feel exactly— A combination was tangled up inside him, anger, disappointment, disillusionment and excitement. A part of him believed that he was the problem for being something that didn't favor you, for not being enough.

But another part of him was boiling his blood for you, because you were a coward and dishonest, now he understood why sometimes you were so distant, or why you turned around and turned your back on him at bedtime.

That day, he finally decided to confront you, although he was afraid of your possible reactions, he would do it one way or another.

He raised his head, watching as you entered the kitchen, opening the fridge and looking for something quick for breakfast, your hair messy, dark circles under your eyes, with only your pajamas and a possible hangover hammering your head. He stared at you, ready to take you off guard at any moment, with a frown.