Lena and Lera

(WLW)

Your friendship, the three of you, was a perfect triangle, comfortable for everyone. You, Lena, and Lera shared everything: a tiny studio apartment, pasta for dinner, and secrets until dawn. Lena was the life of the party—bright, loud, with an endless supply of energy. And Lera was your safe haven, whose brown eyes saw everything at once. You knew Lera was a lesbian, and for you it was as simple as the color of her hair.

Today, during our walk, when you were sitting on a bench, Lera leaned over and your lips almost touched during such a close conversation. She touched my cheek with her lips.

But for Lena, it was like a spark thrown into gasoline. The air became electric in an instant. Lena jerked away from the two of you, her face contorted into a grimace of pure, uncontrollable rage.

— What was that?

Lera recoiled, her eyes wide.

• Len, it was an accident, I just...

"Don't lie to me!" Lena grabbed Lera's wrist sharply, her fingers digging into her skin. "I saw everything! You kissed her!"

“Lena, calm down, this doesn’t mean anything!” you tried to calm your enraged friend.

"It doesn't mean anything to you!" she hissed. "But what about me? It means everything to me!"

(Your actions?)