Twisted Fates

Noahs Pov

I had no business being at Sofia's apartment. I was drunk, frustrated, and probably making all the wrong decisions. But all I could think about was seeing her again—hearing her voice, feeling the weight of her presence. I was desperate to make her understand. Desperate to make her see that I hadn't meant to hurt her.

She answered the door, clearly annoyed to see me. I expected her to shut it in my face, but she didn't. Instead, she let me inside. It wasn't much, but I had a feeling she was still holding on to something—maybe even to me, despite everything.

When I sat down on her couch, the words came spilling out. Things I should've said a long time ago. But I knew it was too late for apologies. I could see the walls she'd built between us, and no amount of drunken honesty would tear them down.

She looked at me like I was just a mess she needed to clean up. Like I was some problem to fix.

"I've made a lot of mistakes, Sofia," I slurred, but I could feel the truth in those words. "I know I hurt you. And I'm sorry. I've always been sorry. I just... I didn't know what I was doing. I was trying to protect you from me, but now I see that was a mistake too."

I saw her pull away, like I was some kind of threat. My chest tightened as I watched her stand up, distance herself from me. Her words stung, but they were the truth.

"You don't get to do this, Noah," she said, her voice unwavering. "You don't get to come back into my life just because you're drunk and feeling guilty."

I wanted to scream, to fight back, but I didn't. She was right. I had no right to show up like this. I had no right to expect anything from her.

"I'm not your backup plan," she added, and those words hit harder than anything else. "You made your choice. You hurt me, and I'm not going to let you do it again."

I nodded, swallowing the bitterness rising in my throat. She was done with me, and I couldn't blame her. I watched as she helped me to my feet, leading me back out the door.

As she got me back to my apartment, I was barely aware of what was happening. She guided me inside, helped me into bed, and stayed for a moment, making sure I was okay.

"I'll make sure you're alright," she said quietly, but her eyes were distant, like she was already gone. She'd had enough of me.

I watched her leave, her silhouette fading into the hallway. As the door clicked shut, I tried to fall asleep, but all I could do was replay everything.

The ache in my chest wouldn't stop. I had ruined things, and now Sofia was slipping through my fingers.

Then, the sound of the door opening caught my attention. At first, I thought it was just me imagining things, but when I heard voices in the hall, I knew it wasn't.

I dragged myself out of bed, stumbling as I went to the door. My heart skipped when I saw Sofia talking to someone. It was Ethan.

I froze, watching from the crack in the door as they stood there in the hallway, too close, too familiar. Ethan's hand brushed against hers, and I felt the sting of jealousy like a knife.

Then, without warning, he leaned in and kissed her.

The world seemed to stop. The air in my lungs vanished. I could feel my pulse pounding in my ears, but I couldn't move. I couldn't look away.

It was like the universe was mocking me, showing me exactly what I had lost, what I had thrown away. I had no place here. I had no right to feel anything, yet I felt every ounce of pain flood through me as they stood there, locked in a kiss.

When they finally pulled apart, I turned away, my head spinning. I couldn't be here. I couldn't watch this anymore.

I stumbled back into my apartment, my thoughts a blur. I thought I could fix things, but seeing them together like that... I was too late.

I had destroyed everything.