Chapter 22: Shattered Illusions (Daniel's POV)

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The crisp evening air was a stark contrast to the heat of the argument that was about to unfold. Daniel, coming straight from a high-stakes meeting, had hoped to find some solace in the park. Instead, he found himself frozen, witnessing a scene that twisted his heart in ways he hadn't anticipated.

Daniel's POV:

As I approached, the sight before me felt like a punch to the gut. Alex, sitting closely beside Alan, head resting on Alan's shoulder, their hands intertwined in what seemed like a private world of comfort and intimacy. Alan was speaking softly, a tender smile on his face, while Alex responded with a familiarity that spoke of deep connection. It was a tableau of closeness I hadn't seen Alex share with anyone else, not even with me. My heart raced, jealousy clouding my judgment as I stepped forward, my voice sharper than I intended.

Daniel: "What's this cozy scene? Playing house, are we?"

The words came out harsher, more biting than I had planned. Alex's head snapped up, his eyes wide with shock, then filling with an emotion I couldn't quite place-hurt, perhaps, or betrayal.

Alex, confusion and hurt lacing his voice: "Daniel? What are you doing here?"

Alan, protective and slightly defensive: "He's just upset, Daniel. It's been a rough day. What's it to you?"

I could feel the anger, the possessiveness, bubbling up inside me, irrational but overpowering.

Daniel, with a scoff, unable to mask the jealousy: "Since when do you play the comforting spouse, Alan? Or is this a role you've taken up recently?"

Before Alan could retort, Alex's hand trembled in Alan's grasp, his other hand clutching his chest as if trying to hold himself together. His breathing became erratic, shallow gasps that set off alarm bells in my head. The argument, the jealousy-all of it faded into the background at the sight of Alex's pain.

Alan, turning his full attention to Alex, voice laced with concern: "Alex, hey, look at me. You need to breathe, okay? Have you taken your meds today?"

That single sentence, "Have you taken your meds today?" echoed in my mind, a stark reminder of the reality Alex lived with, a reality I had momentarily forgotten in my jealousy.

Daniel, the anger dissipating, replaced with concern: "Alex, I didn't mean to-"

But my words were cut off as Alan shot me a glare that could freeze hell over.

Alan, his voice cold, firm: "I think you've done enough, Daniel. Leave us."

I wanted to argue, to fight back, but the sight of Alex struggling to breathe, his face pale and drawn, cut through my anger. I had caused this. My presence, my jealousy had brought on this attack.

With a heavy heart, I took a step back, watching as Alan gently guided Alex through his breathing, whispering words of comfort that I wished I could offer. The realization that I was no longer the person Alex would turn to in moments like this was a bitter pill to swallow.

Alex, his voice barely a whisper, strained through his labored breathing: "Please... just go, Daniel."

Those words, simple and direct, were a clear dismissal. I had lost the right to be part of this moment, to be the one to comfort Alex. The pain of that realization was sharper than any argument, any jealousy. With one last look at Alex, seeing him lean into Alan for support, I turned and walked away, the sound of Alex's uneven breaths a haunting melody of regret and lost chances.

As I left the park, the image of Alex and Alan, so close and yet so far from the world I wanted with Alex, lingered in my mind. The jealousy still simmered, but it was overshadowed by a deep, aching regret. I had pushed Alex away, and now, seeing him find comfort in someone else, the reality of what I had lost-and what I had caused-settled heavily on my shoulders.

The night closed in, the sounds of the city a distant hum, as I walked away, leaving behind the shattered pieces of what could have been, haunted by the realization that my actions had driven Alex into the arms of another for comfort, and possibly, for love.

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