The Trauma

Chap Chap 16- Look On The Bright Side.

Maraj-Knowles Apartment

Third Pov

The morning light filtered through the blinds, casting soft shadows on the bedroom walls. Jan laid awake, staring at the ceiling, their mind replaying the events of the previous day. Megan stirred in her sleep; her arm draped over Jan's waist in a protectively way. The discovery of Latto's betrayal had left a wound that was still raw, and the air between them was thick with unspoken pain.

Jan sighed, carefully disentangling themselves from Megan's embrace. They slipped out of bed, moving quietly to avoid waking her up. In the silence of the early morning, Jan's thoughts raced. The betrayal felt like a physical ache, a sharp reminder of the fragility of trust and the complexities of love.

In the kitchen, Jan filled the kettle and set it on the stove. The ritual of making tea provided a small comfort, a semblance of normalcy in the midst of chaos. As they waited for the water to boil, Jan's eyes drifted to the photographs pinned to the fridge—memories of happier times. There was one of the three of them at the beach, laughing and carefree. The sight of Latto's smile now felt like a cruel mockery.

The sound of footsteps drew Jan from their thoughts. Megan appeared in the doorway, her hair tousled and eyes still heavy with sleep. She wore an oversized t-shirt, and the sight of her, vulnerable and beautiful, brought a pang of tenderness to Jan's heart.

"Morning," Megan said softly, crossing the kitchen to wrap her arms around Jan from behind. "Couldn't sleep?"

Jan leaned into her embrace, closing their eyes for a moment. "No, not really. Just... thinking."

Megan pressed a kiss to the back of Jan's neck. "Is it about yesterday?"

Jan nodded, turning to face her. "I don't know how to move past this shit, Meg. How do we even start to heal from this?"

Megan's expression was a mix of sadness and determination. "We'll figure it out together. One step at a time."

The kettle whistled, and Jan moved to pour the hot water over the tea leaves. As the steam rose, they felt a flicker of hope. They had faced hardships before and had always found a way through. This time, it would be no different. They had each other, and that was a foundation strong enough to weather any storm.

They sat together at the small kitchen table, the silence between them comfortable and charged with shared resolve. Jan took a sip of their tea, the warmth spreading through them. "I think we need to talk to her," they said finally. "We need closure, and we need to understand why the fuck she will do this to us."

Megan nodded. "Agreed. But not today. Let's take today to just... be with each other. To process and to heal, even if just a little."

Jan smiled, grateful for Megan's wisdom and strength. "Okay. Today is for us."

As they finished their tea, the first rays of hope began to break through the clouds of their sorrow. Together, they would face the day and the challenges ahead, hand in hand, heart to heart.

Jan's phone buzzed on the counter, jolting them from the moment. They picked it up, frowning at the screen. It was a text from Latto: "We need to talk. Please."