It's not always Black and White

Regrets

Bea's POV

Here I am, waking up next to Hugo, the events of last night still lingering in the air. It's as if everyone could see this coming from a mile away. The room is quiet, but my mind is far from it.

After everyone left last night, my phone buzzes with a long message from Luca. He's hurting, and I can't blame him. I've stirred up a mess of emotions that I never intended to.

Then there's Josh, his snap with Melanie serving as a stark reminder of the reality I tried to ignore. I guess deep down, I knew this was a possibility, but seeing it unfold in front of me still stings.

In the midst of all this confusion and unintended heartache, Hugo stands out. He's not just a fling; he's someone who gets me, and I understand him in return. It's a connection that goes beyond words, a feeling of mutual understanding that's hard to come by.
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Josh's POV

So, here's the scene: I wake up, and there's Melanie, lying there like the embodiment of last night's choices. Do I regret it? Well, no, not really. But let's be real, I'm not the star of this show – it's all about Bea.

Cue the dramatic pause, because here's where things get real. As I lie there, contemplating the mess of my love life, I can't shake off the fact that what I did will probably sting Bea. I mean, who wants to see their boyfriend hooking up with someone?

And then there's that whole "open relationship" business. I hope she knows that I've actually made some progress in the "becoming a decent human" department. I'm not the same clueless guy who left her heartbroken – or at least, I'm trying not to be.

But the real kicker is this: Did I play a part in pushing her towards this whole open relationship thing? I mean, seriously, did she feel pressured into it because of my past idiocy?

I hope that somewhere in the universe, Bea's getting the memo that things have changed. That maybe, just maybe, I'm not the same old Josh who once fucked up her heart.

I'm minding my own business, recovering from my morning-after contemplation, when suddenly, my phone starts buzzing.

I glance at the caller ID, and what do you know? It's Hugo. Yeah, the same guy who probably fucked Bea last night . Life's a wild ride, and I'm just trying to hold on.

I answer the call, trying to sound cool and collected. "Hey, Hugo. What's up?"

Hugo's voice comes through the line, surprisingly calm. "Hey, man. Listen, I know things have been a bit... complicated lately. But I thought maybe we could grab a coffee or something. Talk it out."

I can't help but chuckle. "Coffee, huh? Well, it's not like I can turn down an offer if you're paying."

Hugo lets out a nervous laugh. "Great. How about that café near yours?"

"Sure thing," I reply, amused by the whole situation. Who would've thought that the guy who unintentionally turned my love life into a piled of shit overnight would be the one suggesting a heart-to-heart chat?

We set a time to meet, and as I hang up, I can't help but shake my head. Hugo's my latest plot twist. Who knows what kind of awkward conversation is waiting for us at that café?

-2.30pm

I stroll into the café, looking around for the man of the hour. And there he is, sitting there with a grin that could rival the Cheshire Cat's. Oh, the fucking audacity.

"Hugo," I greet him with a nod, taking my seat.

He nods back, that knowing grin still etched on his face. "Hey, Josh. How are you?"