The city outside was a blur of lights, its pulse beating far too loud for the stillness inside Julian's penthouse. Vivian sat on the edge of the couch, her fingers loosely holding a glass of wine. The amber liquid reflected the dim glow of the lights around her, but it did nothing to ease the storm within her.
She had never felt more lost.
Julian sat across from her, his gaze heavy with something unreadable. The silence between them was suffocating, and yet neither of them could find the right words to break it. The night had shifted something inside both of them—something fragile and irreversible. Their night together had been electric, but it had also ignited a wave of emotions that neither of them were ready to confront.
Aurora's name still echoed in the back of Vivian's mind, but it wasn't just the lingering thoughts of her best friend that weighed on her. It was the realization that Julian's eyes, his touch, had seemed to change every time Aurora entered the room. Vivian could have ignored it, buried it like she had so many other things, but last night had forced her to face what she had been avoiding for far too long.
She couldn't pretend anymore.
Her thoughts were interrupted by Julian's voice, raw and hesitant. "Vivian… we need to talk."
She didn't answer at first, but her eyes met his, searching for some glimmer of the man she thought she knew. What had happened to them? Where had they gone wrong?
"I know you've been distant," Julian continued, leaning forward, his hands clenched into fists. "And I know it's because of her, right? Aurora."
Vivian's breath caught in her throat. She didn't need to hear him say it. She already knew. But the way he spoke her name made something dark and bitter coil in her chest.
"I'm not mad at you," she said softly, her voice thick with emotion. "I'm just… I don't know how to process this. It's not just about her, Julian. It's everything. The way things have changed between us."
He swallowed hard, his gaze flickering with something that almost looked like regret. "I love you, Vivian. Only you. Please believe me. It's just... she's my friend too, and there's nothing more to it. You're the one I want."
Vivian let out a bitter laugh, the sound of it hollow. "Is that supposed to make me feel better? That you only want me? Because when I see the way you look at her, when I feel that space growing between us, it's hard to believe that."
The room grew colder, the tension thickening between them. Julian's eyes hardened, but there was a vulnerability to his expression that she hadn't seen before. "I don't know what to tell you, Viv. I'm not hiding anything. I'm just… I'm just trying to figure out what I want too. I don't want to lose you."
"You already are," Vivian whispered, the weight of the words heavier than she expected.
Julian flinched, and for a moment, there was nothing but the echo of her words hanging in the air. Neither of them moved. Vivian didn't know what to say next—she had been holding on to this relationship for so long, but it was slipping through her fingers, faster than she could catch it.
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The next morning, the tension lingered like a fog in the apartment. Aurora's message from yesterday seemed so distant now, but it kept coming back to her, just like the doubts about Julian. They had always been close, but Vivian couldn't shake the feeling that something was changing. Or maybe it had already changed, and she hadn't realized it until it was too late.
Vivian met Aurora at the café as planned, but today, everything felt different. The place was still bustling with the usual energy, but it was as if the world had shifted in a way that only she could feel. Aurora was late, which was unusual. They had always been punctual with each other, sharing every moment, every secret. Now, there was only distance.
When Aurora finally walked through the door, she smiled, but it was strained. Vivian could tell something was off, but she couldn't place it.
"I'm sorry I'm late," Aurora said, her voice soft, almost apologetic. She slid into the seat across from Vivian, her eyes flickering with something unreadable.
"It's fine," Vivian replied, forcing a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes. She was tired of pretending, tired of putting on a mask for everyone. She needed to know what was happening, what the hell was going on inside her relationships, and why everything seemed to be crumbling.
"I need to talk to you, Viv," Aurora said, her gaze drifting down to the coffee in front of her. She seemed almost nervous—something Vivian had never seen before.
Vivian raised an eyebrow. "About what?"
Aurora hesitated, her fingers lightly tracing the edge of her cup. "I'm leaving. For Paris. The gallery event… It's official now. I have to go."
Vivian felt the world shift again, her heart sinking. Aurora leaving for Paris had always been inevitable, but the timing… It felt like the final blow in everything that had been falling apart. Her heart twisted, not just for herself, but for their friendship.
"Aurora…" Vivian started, but she couldn't find the words. She was happy for her best friend, truly, but the hollow ache in her chest made it difficult to rejoice in her success.
Aurora reached across the table, placing her hand gently on top of Vivian's. "I know this is sudden, but this is my dream, Viv. I have to do this."
Vivian nodded, forcing the smile back onto her lips. "I know. It's just… you've always been there for me. And now… it feels like I'm losing you."
Aurora's eyes softened, and she squeezed Vivian's hand. "I'm not going anywhere, Viv. I'll always be your friend. But I have to do this. For me. For us."
Vivian nodded, swallowing hard against the lump in her throat. The café seemed to close in on her, the walls pressing in with the weight of all her unspoken emotions. Aurora was chasing her dreams, and Vivian was left behind, clinging to something that was slipping through her fingers.
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That night, Julian was quieter than usual. He had been at the penthouse all day, brooding over their conversation earlier, but neither of them had said much since. Vivian was still processing everything—the tension with Julian, Aurora's departure, and the deep, sinking feeling that nothing was ever going to be the same again.
"Vivian," Julian said finally, his voice breaking the silence. She looked over at him, her heart still heavy. "Are we okay? Really?"
Vivian closed her eyes, her chest tight with the weight of her emotions. "I don't know," she admitted. "I don't know if we are."
The space between them had never felt wider. It was as if the cracks in their relationship had finally split open, and they couldn't ignore the damage anymore. They had been running from it for so long, avoiding the truth. But now, it was here.
Julian reached for her hand, his fingers trembling slightly. "I don't want to lose you, Viv. But I don't know what I'm supposed to do anymore."
Vivian squeezed his hand, trying to hold onto something, anything, that felt familiar. "I don't know either," she whispered.
As they sat there, the silence between them spoke louder than any words could. They were standing on the edge of something they couldn't undo, and neither of them knew how to take the first step toward what came next.
To be continued...