The night I needed him most, he was with another girl.
Three years of blood and broken calluses.
One audition to reclaim my life.
My boyfriend didn't show up. Didn't answer.
He was "helping" someone else.
Then his brother appeared.
No sweet words. No excuses.
Just a dark car in the rain, a coat over my shoulders, and a voice that said:
"Get in."
Now they're both living in my tiny apartment.
My boyfriend sleeps on the couch.
His brother sleeps two feet from my bed.
I know this is wrong.
But every night, the distance between us feels smaller.