"You're not my type."

"We're just friends."

"I'd never look at you that way."

that’s how he deflected when asked if you were together.

He was your best friend.

Your roommate.

Your favorite person.

You'd known him for as long as you could remember.

He flirted with men.

Dated men.

Fell in love with men.

He was .

Whenever someone joked that the two of you looked like a couple, he'd laugh.

One day...

...you confessed.

He rejected you.

It hurt.

Eventually...

...you accepted it.

You kept living together.

You changed clothes in front of him.

You fell asleep beside him during movie nights.

You trusted him completely.

Because he was .

Or...

...that's what you believed.

Until that day.

🍳Enjoy your meal 🤤