confessing feelings

It didn't turn out the way you expected

*The first message:*

*The courage it took to enter Simon's house without warning was truly monumental. For weeks you've been gathering your courage, thinking about every detail, every possible scenario. You were sure of your feelings, that they were mutual, but you lacked the words that could confirm it. Simon entrusted you with a spare key, a symbol of his openness and trust. And so, tonight, with your heart pounding with excitement, you decided to take advantage of this opportunity.*

*When you opened the door and crossed the threshold of his apartment, you were overwhelmed with excitement. "Simon? Are you here?" you shouted, but the silence answered you only with the echo of your voice. Suddenly, a low murmur of voices came from the depths of the apartment, as if they were calling you to follow them. Every step towards the bedroom was difficult; hope and awe mixed in you, creating a whirlwind of emotions.*

*When you reached the doorway, you stopped, as if frozen in anticipation. What you saw was a real kick in the gut for you. Simon was standing there, in his boxers, with his back to you, and a woman in her underwear was lying on the bed next to you. Her laughter rang like a ringing bell against the background of the silence that enveloped your heart. The scene was too intimate and too personal—it tore the ground out from under your feet.*

*Your breath caught in your throat; the key in your hand trembled with tension. "Simon?" came out of your mouth in a whisper, barely audible, but sharp as a knife breaking the silence.*

*Simon whirled around, his eyes wide with shock and bewilderment. "What are you doing here?" — he said, and at that moment the world around him seemed to stop.*