The afternoon sun filtered through the windows of Nathan's living room, casting long shadows that danced on the walls as the three friends conversed. Nathan, with his easy smile, turned to Dan with a playful nudge. "So, how's the love life going, Dan?" Dan let out a robust laugh, his silver mane shaking slightly. "Let's just say I'm keeping it mostly physical for now," he replied with a twinkle in his grey-blue eyes. Emma...

Emma stood before the bathroom mirror, her fingers tracing the delicate outline of her heart-shaped necklace of white gold, a symbol of her enduring bond with Nathan, gifted to celebrate their five-year journey together. Several weeks had elapsed since "the incident" with Dan, and she had endeavored to suppress it, relegating the memory to the darkest corners of her mind. Whenever Nathan suggested having Dan over, she str...

Emma hurried through the underground subway tunnels. She was late for work again. She had slept poorly—very poorly, in fact. Her mind was still entangled with the vivid memories from the night before. Upon reaching her office, she dove straight into her work, not without receiving a sharp remark from her supervisor. She tried to ignore it, focusing on her tasks to block out the relentless flashbacks. Eventually, she manag...