The clock read 1:00. Steve had been staring at his ceiling for the past four hours, his head empty of thoughts.
He said he'd loved her, and she walked away.
This is why you never tell anyone anything, he thought.
If only he'd been patient, given her time.
But what time did she need? She'd know him for 10 years. 10 fucking years. He'd confided in her. All the late nights they'd spent together at the office, their in depth discussions, the time on the run, all those fake kisses, and all the secret ones. And the night they...
It had all meant so much to him. Had they meant any to her?
He felt himself almost slip into madness, when his thoughts were interrupted by a knock on his door.
He bolted upright. Who the hell would be knocking at 1AM?
Pulling on a hoodie, he stumbled to the door, trying to wipe non-existent sleep from his eyes.
However, he opened the door to find something he didn't expect.
Notes: fucking plotwist lmao
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