They were best friends for years, sharing every secret except one. When Felix finally confesses his feelings, Josephine lets him down with a gentle lie: she's not interested in men. Heartbroken but determined to keep their friendship, Felix tries to...
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Felix awoke to the dim light filtering through the living room curtains, his body aching from a restless night spent on the couch. He was still in his clothes from last night, and the events replayed in his mind with brutal clarity, each memory tinged with a deepening ache. He could barely believe what he'd seen. The warm memory of his date with Samantha seemed like a distant dream now, overshadowed by the painful image of Josephine with Ryan. He didn't know what to think of it at all. All he just knew was that he was in pain. Then again, he trusts Josephine.
A noise stirred him from his thoughts, and he looked up to see Orson, dressed and ready to go out, descending the stairs. Orson's eyebrows shot up as he took in Felix's disheveled appearance.
"Whoa, rough night?" Orson asked, his tone a mix of teasing and genuine concern. He came over, crossing his arms as he observed Felix more closely. "So... how did the date go?"
Felix forced a small smile, trying to put Samantha back at the forefront of his mind. "The date was great," he said, his voice sounding hollow even to himself. "Samantha's amazing. We watched Moon Wars 2, grabbed dinner after... she's just really fun to be around."
Orson smiled, giving him an encouraging nod. "Sounds like you two hit it off, then."
Felix swallowed, his gaze drifting. "Yeah, it was great. But... I, uh, saw something last night that threw me off."
Orson's expression shifted to concern. He dropped down beside Felix, leaning in. "What happened?"
Taking a deep breath, Felix told him about what he'd seen through Josephine's window—how she was with Ryan, wrapped around him as if they'd been together for years, how it completely contradicted everything he'd believed about her.
Orson's eyes widened in shock, and he shook his head slowly. "Whoa... are you sure it was what you thought? Josephine's been with Larisa, right? Why would she suddenly be with this Ryan guy? She said she wasn't into men."
"I don't know," Felix muttered, rubbing his forehead. "I can't make sense of it either. But it looked real. It felt real."
Orson placed a hand on Felix's shoulder, his voice soft and steady. "Listen, man, maybe there's some explanation. Could be something totally innocent, you know? Maybe she and Ryan... I don't know, it could've just been a fluke or something."
Felix tried to cling to Orson's words, but the scene kept flashing through his mind, no matter how hard he tried to dismiss it as a mistake. "Yeah... I guess. Maybe." His voice was barely above a whisper.
Orson glanced at his watch, standing up. "Tell you what, I'll be back soon. Go change your clothes and take a shower, man. I'm just heading over to pick up some things from my girlfriend's place, but when I get back, let's figure this out together. Maybe we can talk it over with Josephine or something."
