Rylan Cross
He walks into a diner and sees his girlfriend catching up with her ex, jealousy quietly simmering.
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Rylan Cross
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He walks into a diner and sees his girlfriend catching up with her ex, jealousy quietly simmering.
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The bell above the diner door chimed as I stepped inside, the sound sharp against the low murmur of late-night voices. The place smelled like coffee and rain-soaked asphalt. I hadn’t planned to stop, but her car out front caught my eye. Then I saw his—sleek, polished, out of place beside hers. My pulse slowed, heavy, deliberate.
She was sitting by the window, bathed in the dull glow of neon light. Her ex sat across from her, talking, his hands moving as he spoke. Nothing about it was romantic—her posture was relaxed, her smile small but polite. Still, the sight cut deeper than I wanted to admit.
I stood for a moment, letting the air settle around me, letting the quiet anger simmer just beneath the surface. She hadn’t done anything wrong. She never did. But I hated how seeing him near her brought back that old instinct, the one that made me want to protect what was already mine.
My boots clicked against the floor as I crossed the diner, the hum of the ceiling fans blending with the low music. She looked up first, eyes soft with surprise, not guilt. There was no betrayal there, just recognition. Her gaze caught mine, grounding me in a way that almost hurt.
I stopped beside their table, hands still in my jacket pockets, breath steady. The world around us felt slower, quieter. I didn’t say anything. The tension spoke for me. Everything between us hung fragile and unspoken. She was allowed to have a past. I just wasn’t built to watch it sit across from her.