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BETTY walked through the quiet, moonlit streets, her breath fogging up in the chilly night air. The distant echoes of the Halloween party she had just left were faint whispers against the calm of the neighborhood. She clutched her phone tightly, the GPS guiding her to a place she hadn't been before - Logan's apartment.
Her heart skipped a beat as she reached the building, a quaint brick structure that looked eerily welcoming in the dim glow of the streetlamp. She glanced at the numbers etched into the wall beside the door, confirming she had arrived at the correct location. With a deep breath, she raised her hand and knocked, the sound echoing through the stillness.
The door swung open, but it wasn't Logan who greeted her. Instead, she found herself face-to-face with Rory, her sister, wearing nothing but one of his shirts that barely grazed her thighs. The fabric clung to her in a way that suggested she had been moving around quickly. Betty's eyes widened in shock, and she took an involuntary step back.
"What are you doing here?" Rory demanded, her voice laced with accusation. The surprise on Betty's face must have been evident because Rory's expression shifted from irritation to confusion in a heartbeat. "
"Nothing," Betty said, her voice barely a whisper. "I just... I need to go." She turned to leave, her cheeks burning with a mix of embarrassment and anger. She had come here looking for answers, for a connection with Logan that she hadn't felt in weeks, and instead, she had found her sister in his embrace.
But Rory stepped out, blocking her path. "Hold on, Betty," she said firmly, gently placing a hand on her sister's arm. "I'll tell him you stopped by. Maybe you guys can talk tomorrow."
Betty's eyes searched Rory's for a hint of remorse or apology, but all she found was a strange sort of detachment. It was as if Rory had been expecting her. The silence between them grew thick with unspoken accusations and the weight of a thousand secrets.
"Don't worry," Betty finally managed to say, her voice shaking slightly. "It's not important." She wrenched her arm free and turned away, her heels clicking against the sidewalk as she walked away from the apartment building.
Before she had even made it to the end of the block, she heard the door slam shut behind her, and then the sound of Logan's voice, calling her name. "Betty, wait!" The desperation in his tone was unmistakable, and she felt a pang of guilt for having put him in such a position.
Tears blurred her vision as she stopped and turned to face him. He was wearing the same Halloween costume from the party. "I can explain," he said, but Betty was already shaking her head.
"No," she said, her voice thick with emotion. "You don't have to explain." The words tasted bitter in her mouth, but she knew they were true. She had seen enough. "It's just... I feel like such a fool." The admission hung in the air between them, raw and painful.
