Everything Meant Nothing | Part 19: Cracks of Doubt (Patreon)

All characters depicted in this story are fictional and 18 years of age or older. Everything portrayed is safe, sane, and consensual.

The morning light was too sharp, and my body felt like it hadn’t rested at all.

Theo stirred beside me, hair a mess of blond tangles against the pillow, lips parted in the kind of unguarded sleep that made him look younger, softer. My chest should have swelled at the sight, but all I could think about was how my eyes burned. How my brain had run laps all night around a single name.

Luke.

I forced myself to close my eyes again, to sink back into the warmth of Theo’s arm slung loosely around my waist. He hummed something in his sleep and shifted closer, his nose brushing the back of my shoulder. Normally, I’d melt. Normally, I’d stay there forever. But my body felt taut, wired, and I knew he’d notice if I didn’t loosen up.

By the time he blinked awake, stretching and yawning like a cat, I pasted on a smile.

“Morning,” he said, voice low and scratchy.

“Morning.” I tried not to sound as exhausted as I felt.

He rolled over and kissed me, a lazy press of lips. I kissed back, trying to put my focus there...in him, in us but even as I did, I could feel the phantom weight of my phone on the nightstand. Like a secret. Like guilt.

We eventually dragged ourselves out of bed, made coffee, shared toast. He talked about his plans for the week, the coursework piling up, and I nodded along, throwing in laughs and responses where I could.

“Oh, and I’ve got a match this weekend,” Theo added between bites, brushing crumbs off his shirt. “Big one, actually. Against one of the tougher teams.”

I smiled, or at least tried to. “You’ll kill it.”

He grinned, already half lost in the thought of it, and went back to rambling about assignments and schedules. I kept nodding, throwing in little replies, but I knew I wasn’t all the way there. My head was still a mess, the ghost of that unread message sitting heavy in the back of my mind.

Because Luke had texted again.

Can we talk? Please. Just once.

I’d seen the notification flash while Theo was brushing his teeth. My stomach had dropped, and I’d shoved the phone face down without reading the rest.

The messages didn’t stop. Over the week, they stacked up quietly in the background. Nothing dramatic, nothing angry—...ust insistent.

Troy. Just five minutes. That’s all I’m asking.

I messed up. I know I did. But I need you to hear me.

Please.

Each one chipped away at me. I told myself not to look. I told myself I was done. But every vibration, every glow of the screen, made my chest tighten until I felt like I couldn’t breathe.

And all the while, Theo was there. Present. Steady. Wanting me in ways Luke never let himself.

We cooked together one evening, music playing low in the background, Min and Yuki laughing in the other room. Theo chopped onions while I stirred the pan, the air filling with garlic and oil. He leaned against the counter, smiling as he reached to ruffle my hair.

“You’re cute when you concentrate.”

I rolled my eyes, but heat crept into my cheeks anyway. “You say that like I’m not cute the rest of the time.”

He grinned, and for a second, I forgot. For a second, it was easy. But then my phone buzzed against the counter, and my chest tightened again.

Theo’s smile dimmed, almost imperceptibly, as my eyes flicked toward it. “Everything alright?”

“Yeah,” I said too quickly. “Probably just Min reminding me to not burn the food.”

Theo laughed, but the look he gave me lingered, thoughtful, almost searching.

The cracks widened in small ways.

That night, we were all sprawled in the living room; me, Theo, Min, Yuki...half-watching a movie. Min threw popcorn at us for whispering too much, and Yuki teased, “Honestly, you two are unbearable. We get it, you’re in the honeymoon phase.”

Theo laughed and pulled me against him, his arm slinging around my shoulders. My head landed on his chest automatically, but inside, something twisted. I should’ve been glowing. Instead, my throat felt tight.

Min smirked. “Double dates are way more fun when you’ve got another disgustingly cute couple to balance things out.”

“Cheers to that,” Yuki added.

They clinked imaginary glasses. Theo pressed a kiss to my cheek, easy, unbothered. And I smiled, I did but beneath it, I couldn’t stop thinking that I didn’t deserve to feel happy when I was hiding this. When Luke’s name was still stitched across the back of my mind.

I laughed when they laughed. I played along. But later, when I was alone in my room, the guilt gnawed at me until I was chewing on the inside of my cheek just to distract myself.

Luke had texted again.

I shouldn’t have let you go. I’m sorry. I need to see you.

The tension didn’t snap all at once. It wore me down slowly, like erosion. By the end of friday, I was running on autopilot; smiles, nods, pretending. Theo tried to reach for me, but half the time my head was somewhere else.

And then, later that night, after everyone had gone quiet in their rooms, I sat cross-legged on my bed with my phone in my hand.

I’d ignored Luke long enough. I told myself it was better this way...that silence was closure. But his last message, the one that had arrived just minutes earlier, stared back at me from the lock screen.

I’m in UK.

The words knocked the air from my lungs.

Another buzz.I opened the message.

I want to see you right now.Please

See me? Here? In UK? My chest went tight, my mind scrambling. Why now? Why here? What the hell did he mean by “right now”?

I stared at the glow of the screen, pulse hammering in my ears.

None of it made sense. And yet, all I could feel was the ground shifting beneath me.--------------------------

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