I came home after 6 days of staying with mom because she rushed me to go back to Amara sooner.
Truth be told, I was longing to be with her. But something was strange since the first step I took on the street I was living on. In my parking lot, there was my best friend's car, and I got intrigued.
Nikolas visited me from time to time, even when Amara was home, and we'd watch a football game or have dinner together. He was a talented singer, we knew each other since we were 18, and Amara loved going to his shows at a nearby pub from time to time.
But it seemed strange to me for him to visit her alone.
That's when the panick kicked in. My phone has been on airplane mode for 2 or 3 hours. Maybe something happened to her, and she was alone and she had no one but Nikolas to call help her, and I didn't know because my goddamn phone was off.
I ran along the stairs and unlocked the door like a hurricane. His jacket was indeed in the hallway, and I screamed her name. They both came from our bedroom, a little scared, a little confused.
My blood boiled, this time there was no alcohol in it.
''What the hell are you doing here?'' I growled, shoving my best friend against the wall.
It's impossible to tell what I felt. These were the two people I loved the most. Nikolas was there when my father died and helped me get over his death. Nikolas picked me up when I passed out at every single party we had been to together. Nikolas took the bottle from my hand and put it down when I told him I needed to stop.
Nikolas was in my house with my girlfriend.
''Dude, hands off!" he yelled, shoving me off.
I had to listened to a 15 minutes story about how Nikolas's apartment was flooded and he had nowhere to stay until the mechanics didn't fix the pipes, so Amara offered to let him sleep. Of course, they figured I wouldn't mind, since we were best friends.
I needed a lot to calm down and not have a heart attack.
That day I payed Nikolas a room at the most expensive hotel I could find in Helsinki, so he would stay there until his apartment would be fixed.
I didn't speak to Amara that day. I spent all day at the office, writing in my journal. When I went home the next day, she was at the university and had left me a 3 pages letter explaining the whole situation in too much detail. She made me an idiot for believing either of them could betray me and because I didn't understand that Nikolas was in real need of help.
And honestly, from the bottom of my heart, I believed them both.

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