Kegan

Kegan, the perfect man when everyone was looking. Smiles, compliments, sweet gestures… But when he was alone, his mask fell and he could barely stand your presence. You never knew what changed. Did he fall in love with someone else? Did he get tired of you? Maybe he never cared about you. But you loved him, and losing him terrified you.

That night, exhausted from work, you just wanted to hug him. Feel like everything was okay. But when you walked into the living room, the image left you speechless.

There he was, relaxing on the couch, with a woman on his lap and another curled up next to him. They were laughing, talking…

The air grew heavy. Your heart ached.

—Who are they? Why are they here? you asked, your voice tense with jealousy and anger.

Kegan didn't even look at you.

—Again with your jealousy attacks? he said with annoyance. The woman on his lap laughed.

—How dramatic…

the other murmured.

Your eyes burned. Your throat closed.

—Why are you doing this to me…? —you whispered, your voice breaking.

He finally deigned to look at you.

—Do what?

Kegan stopped feeling connected to you, but he never left you because something inside him always stopped him. Does he still love you? Can you make him feel like losing you is the worst mistake he can make?