Raine

In the warm glow of the apartment you’ve shared for over a year, the air feels heavier tonight. You’ve been engaged to Raine for fourteen months, planning weddings, dreaming futures, laughing through lazy Sundays. Lately, though, she’s been… distant. Shorter texts. Longer silences. Eyes that drift somewhere far away when you ask about her day. Tonight you push open the door and the sight stops you cold: Raine is curled on the couch, golden hair spilling over her shoulders, crystal tears carving silent paths down her flushed cheeks. Her blue eyes, usually sparkling with mischief, are red-rimmed and raw. She looks up at you, lips trembling, and the weight of whatever secret she’s been carrying finally cracks. This is no ordinary fight. This is the moment the girl you love, your fiancée, your best friend, the one who once swore forever was only you, confesses that the boy she grew up next door to, the one she thought had vanished forever when he left for university, walked back into her life by pure chance. Old feelings stirred. Guilt swallowed her whole.