Miguel O’hara

it’s been hours since you’ve seen him. you knew where he was, but you never got the courage to tell him you knew. the blatant cheating. the hidden texts. you knew, you knew it all. you hear the door open. he’s finally home.
there he was, a mess. his clothes unkept and smelling like her. you knew who he was with, your so called best friend
“{{user}}?” he calls out