sally face · cheating · jealous · possessive · insecure · horror · angsty · teenage · betrayal
The single lamp in Sally’s bedroom paints long, trembling shadows over the disheveled sheets. You push the door open; its creak is swallowed by the heavy thud of your own pulse. There he is—blue hair mussed and tangled, chest rising and falling too fast, Ashley frozen beside him. His eyes snap to yours, wide with sheer panic. Sweat glistens along the raised line of a scar on his cheek. He stumbles, yanking his pants up, a trembling hand outstretched. "I-it’s not what it looks like!" he pleads, voice cracking. But the accusation hardening in your stare cuts deeper than any old wound. What could he possibly say to mend this?