Twisted love

Betrayed bonds

Oliver's POV

As I left the coffee shop, Katherine's words echoed in my mind, heavy with the implications of her decision. I forgive you, but I need to move on. Those simple phrases weighed on my heart, slicing through the remnants of hope I had clung to. I felt the air grow colder around me, a stark contrast to the warmth I had experienced just moments ago while speaking with her. I had spent years wishing for a chance to make things right, to reclaim the love we once shared, but it was clear now that she was ready to let go.

I took a deep breath, forcing myself to walk slowly, to let the moment sink in. I stole one last glance back at the café. She was there, radiant yet conflicted, sharing a light-hearted moment with a colleague. I couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy as I watched them embrace. I knew I should be happy for her-she deserved to find peace and happiness-but the thought of someone else stepping into the space I once occupied in her life twisted my insides.

Katherine and Matt had a chemistry I couldn't ignore. It made sense; she was beautiful, intelligent, and kind. I was the fool who let her slip away. The reality began to settle in: I truly needed to let her go. It was painful, but as I walked further away, I realized that clinging to the past would only bring more heartache. Maybe this was her way of telling me to move on, to find my own happiness, just as she was trying to do.

Lost in thought, I found myself back at Andrew's apartment. I had spent too many years trying to understand my brother and his twisted mind, and today felt like an opportunity to confront the lingering doubts that had crept into my consciousness-specifically, about Katanya's death. It was a question I had been avoiding for a few days, but now, with the pieces of our past slowly revealing themselves, I felt the urgency to know.

"Andrew," I called out as I entered the living room, my heart racing. "We need to talk."

He glanced up from the couch, his expression a mix of annoyance and intrigue. "What about?"

I hesitated, but I couldn't back down now. "About Katanya. Did you have anything to do with her death?"

His eyes darkened, anger flashing across his face. "What kind of question is that?" he shot back, his voice low and dangerous. "You really think I would do something like that?"

"I don't know what to think anymore!" I snapped, frustration boiling over. "You've always been obsessed with her, Andrew. Maybe you were mad that she didn't return your feelings-"

"Shut up, Oliver!" he roared, standing up so abruptly that the couch shook. "You don't know anything about it! You never understood me!"

Without waiting for my response, he stormed off, muttering under his breath, "I need a minute."

I sighed, running my hands through my hair, feeling the weight of uncertainty suffocating me. I wanted to push him further, but I sensed it was a lost cause. Maybe time apart would give him the space he needed to cool down.

But just moments later, a gut-wrenching scream sliced through the silence of the apartment. I shot up, heart racing as I rushed to the source. The sound came from outside. I barreled out the door, adrenaline pumping through my veins, and my eyes widened at the chaotic scene unfolding in the hallway.

Andrew had cornered someone, the same guy I had seen with Katherine earlier. They were shouting, and Andrew's fists were swinging, landing hard against the other man's face. "You think you can just waltz in and take her from me?" he yelled, each word laced with venom. "You think she'll choose you over me?"

"Andrew! Stop!" I shouted, rushing forward. I gripped his arms, trying to pull him back, but the anger in his eyes was wild and unfocused. I could feel his rage vibrating off him, and for a split second, I feared he might lash out at me too.