It's not always Black and White

Unanswered Questions

Melanie's POV

The morning light streamed through the curtains, gently rousing me from my peaceful slumber. I found myself nestled comfortably in Theo's arms on the living room sofa. Despite the uncomfortable sleeping arrangement, I couldn't help but feel content in his embrace.

As I savored the warmth and security of that moment, I felt a tap on my shoulder, breaking the spell. Slowly, I turned my head to see fucking Grace standing there, a soft smile playing on her lips. She asked me, "What are you doing here?"

I stretched and yawned, feigning grogginess, though my heart was already dancing with amusement. "Keeping an eye on your boyfriend," I replied with a mischievous grin.

Grace chuckled, a melodic sound that eased away the last remnants of sleep from my mind. She leaned closer, her playful tone betraying her genuine affection. "You're not doing anything, right?"

I glanced over at Theo, who was now awake and watching our interaction with a mixture of amusement and curiosity. We shared a knowing look, and our laughter filled the room. "Nope," I said with a shake of my head, my voice filled with mock innocence. "He's all yours."
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Bea's POV

I couldn't do this trip anymore. Christmas was just around the corner, but the festive spirit had left me completely. I wanted to be anywhere else but here, surrounded by the echoes of our fractured friendships. The warmth and laughter we once shared now felt like distant memories.

My solitude was interrupted by a knock on the door, and before I could even respond, Josh walked in uninvited. I shouted at him, my frustration mounting. "Didn't I tell you not to come in?"

Ignoring my protest, he entered further into the room. I couldn't contain my anger anymore. "Where did you go last night?" I demanded, my voice laced with irritation.

With a nonchalant tone that grated on my nerves, he replied, "Out."

I clenched my fists, my patience wearing thin. "Are you fucking serious?" I shot back, unable to hide my exasperation. "You're going to give me one-word answers now?"

Josh sighed, his expression a mixture of weariness and defiance. "Bea, just fuck off."

But I couldn't let it go that easily. The nagging feeling of uncertainty gnawed at me. "Did you sleep with another girl last night?" I asked, my voice trembling with a mix of fear and anger.

His response hung in the air, a heavy silence that refused to break. Finally, he spoke, but his words were more of a challenge than an answer. "Do you really want me to answer that question?"

My heart sank. The question remained unanswered, and the gap between us seemed to widen further. I felt a lump in my throat, the sting of tears in my eyes. It was as if our relationship, already strained, was slipping through my fingers like sand, leaving me with nothing but unanswered questions.

Gathering all the courage I could muster, I pressed him once more, "Answer the question, Josh."

He sighed, perhaps realising that he couldn't evade this any longer. His voice, though, was softer this time, as if he understood the depth of my anxiety. "Bea, I didn't sleep with anyone," he admitted, his gaze never leaving mine.

A sense of relief washed over me, but it was quickly overshadowed by the frustration and hurt that had built up over the past few days. I tried to speak, to convey the turmoil inside me, but he interrupted me, his words cutting through the tension.

"You always think the worst of me," he said, his voice tinged with both exasperation and longing. "I love you, Bea."

His words hung in the air, heavy with the weight of our unresolved issues. But then, he continued, addressing a concern that had clearly been festering beneath the surface. "And I want you to know, I don't love you because of your skin color. I love you because you're the love of my life."