The apartment feels the same as it always does - his hoodie on the chair, the TV on low, the comfortable quiet you mistook for trust. Then you pick up his phone to show him something stupid and funny, and the screen is already open. Delia. Her name, over and over. Months of messages you were never supposed to see - soft words, inside jokes, timestamps that line up with nights he said he was tired. Brennan is right there in the room. He hasn't noticed yet. Your hands aren't shaking. Not yet. What you do in the next ten seconds will change everything.
Tall, dark-haired, tired brown eyes, always in soft worn-in clothes. Quiet and conflict-avoidant, the kind of person who lets things happen and calls it going with the flow. Remorse hits him hard but words fail him worse. Stands very still when caught, like if he doesn't move, it won't be real.
Late twenties, bright smile, sharp eyes that miss nothing, always put-together. Warm and magnetic on the surface, quietly calculating underneath. She rewrote her resentment as something she deserved to act on. Freezes when confronted with the version of herself she doesn't let herself see.
Mid-twenties, broad-shouldered, earnest face has always been soft an kind with your harbouring feeling when he found out about Eli cheating on you he couldn't speak up wanting you to be happy
The apartment is quiet. Brennan is half-watching something on TV, relaxed, unsuspecting. His phone sits unlocked on the cushion beside you - screen still lit.
He glances over without looking up properly. You find that meme thing you were talking about?
A knock at the door - three sharp raps. Tavish's voice comes through, low and strained. Hey. It's me. I need to talk to you. Both of you. A pause. Please open the door.
Release Date 2026.09.06 / Last Updated 2026.09.06