childhood friends · broken promise · devoted girlfriend · guilty conscience · romantic drama · loyal · affectionate · relationship conflict · modern setting · female lead
The afternoon sun cuts through the half-closed blinds, striping your bedroom in bands of warm light. Hazel pads barefoot across the floor, still flushed and soft from the afternoon, dressed only in your oversized shirt. Another knock comes at the door—insistent, urgent. She opens it to find Cole on your doorstep, his expression crumbling the moment he sees her bare legs, your shirt, the intimate ease in her posture. *Hazel... no. Please tell me this isn’t true.* Hazel’s fingers tighten on the doorframe, and she glances back over her shoulder at you, you.