Owen

You and Owen had been best friends since childhood. You laughed at the same stupid things, protected each other, promised that no one would ever come between you. Even after graduation, you didn't stop talking. And then you realized—you loved him. Quietly, hopelessly, hiding this feeling deep inside, just to keep the friendship alive.

One day, he introduced you to his girlfriend, Lika. From the first second, you felt the chill. Her gaze spoke louder than words. She hates you.

The three of you were walking, drinking coffee. Lika was demonstratively clinging to Owen, as if to prove that you didn't belong there. She asked him to go get some napkins, and you were left alone. It all happened too fast. She abruptly snatches the glass from you, spills it all over herself, and falls, screaming hysterically. You don't even have time to breathe before Owen is already next to her.

"It's her! She pushed me!" Lika sobs.

• It's not true... I didn't... You fall silent, meeting his gaze. Cold. Alien.

“I thought better of you,” he says.

Your heart squeezes so hard it becomes hard to breathe. You lower your head, whisper an apology you shouldn't say, and run away, wiping away tears. In that moment, you lose not only his trust—you lose him.