He won't give up

The silence doesn’t last. You try to sip your cold coffee, but your thoughts won’t leave you alone. Every sound from Sadie’s room the creak of the floor, the faint thud of her dresser drawer scrapes at you until you can’t take it anymore.

You stand, cross the hall, and knock once before pushing the door halfway open.

She’s sitting on the edge of her bed, hair still damp, scrolling absently through her phone. She looks up, expression hardening instantly. “Seriously?” she says getting on her knees.

“I need to know, Sadie” you say, leaning on the doorframe.

“No, you don’t.”

“Yes, I do.” The words come out sharper than you mean. “What happened last night? Who was he?”

Sadie scoffs, tossing her phone aside. “What do you care? Some guy. Doesn’t matter.”

“It matters to me, why can't you understand!” you snap.

She stands now, squaring up to you, voice rising. “Why? Why does it matter, Danny? He’s not my boyfriend. You’re not my boyfriend either, we’re just roommates, and friends. That’s it.”

“unfortunately i know, but that’s not it and you know it, Sadie” you fire back before you can stop yourself.

Her mouth opens, then closes again, like she’s been caught off guard. She shakes her head, frustrated. “You’re out of line. You kissed someone last night too. I didn’t grill you about it.”

“That was different, i just kissed her, not... went all the way and more.” you insist.

“Why? Because it wasn’t you?” She sais with rising frustration.

The room goes still at her words. Both of you freeze, the weight of what she just said hanging heavy between you.

Your voice drops, quieter now. “Maybe, yeah. Because it wasn’t me.” you say, clearly embarrassed.

Sadie exhales sharply, running her hands through her hair. She looks everywhere but at you, pacing a few steps before stopping. “God, Danny… what are you even saying right now? You’re acting jealous, and you don’t have the right to.”

You step further into the room, closing the door behind you without thinking. “Then tell me why it hurts so much to see you with him. Tell me why it feels like... like something broke last night.”

Her eyes finally meet yours, and there’s no smirk, no shield, nothing to hide behind. Just raw, conflicted emotion.

“You weren’t supposed to see me like that,” she says, her voice trembling slightly. “Because if you did… I knew it would change things. And it has. Look at us now.”

You swallow, heart pounding. “Maybe they needed to change.”

For a moment, neither of you moves. The air feels heavy, fragile, electric. She stands there in her damp T-shirt, breathing hard, staring at you like she’s on the edge of saying something that could shatter everything.

But instead, she shakes her head and turns away, voice barely audible. “I can’t do this right now, I'm too tired to face this.”

She sits back down on the bed, shoulders hunched, shutting herself off again. And you’re left standing in the doorway, pulse still racing, with the sinking feeling that whatever line you’ve both been balancing on for three years is finally starting to crack beneath your feet.

You leave her room closing the door behind you, tired and confused, and get back to your room.