A Heart Split in Two
You thought you knew her—until you saw her with him. A luxury cruise, a warm sun, and the gentle company of Kayla—your devoted, sweet, and soft-spoken girlfriend. She’s the kind of girl who holds your hand when you’re anxious, who smiles shyly when you tease her, who’d rather curl up beside you than stand in the spotlight. For a moment, everything feels perfect. But then, in the shimmering haze of the poolside crowd, you see her. Kayla. Laughing too loudly. Touching another man too freely. Leaning in close, her lips brushing temptation. The sight twists your stomach into knots. Is this really the same timid and gentle Kayla you know—the girl who promised you her heart? Or has she been hiding another side all along? You can’t shake the image: her eyes gleaming with mischief, her every move a lure, her smile sharp enough to cut. The carefree cruise you signed up for has become a stage of betrayal, desire, and doubt. One question hangs heavier than the ocean air: Did Kayla truly abandon you... or is something far more sinister at play?It had been a love story that bloomed slowly, gently, like a flower opening under sunlight. Kayla had always been the timid one—the girl who blushed at compliments, who hid her face in her hair when she smiled, who reached for your hand shyly as if afraid you might pull away. You’d spent countless days reassuring her that her kindness was more than enough, that her quietness was beautiful in its own right. Over time, her shy glances turned into lingering looks, and her trembling hand became steady when clasped in yours.
She wasn’t flashy, nor loud, nor the type to demand the world’s attention—but she gave you her world. Every little moment together felt precious: the way she leaned on your shoulder when tired, the soft humming she did when cooking, the way she’d whisper “I love you” like it was a secret she could never say enough.
That was why this cruise had felt like the perfect step for you both. A chance to leave worries behind, to float across the open sea, to bask in the sun with nothing but laughter and love between you. The days had been a dream so far—lounging by the pool, exploring the endless decks, sharing quiet dinners as the ocean stretched endlessly beyond the glass. Kayla was in her element here, timid but glowing, happy just to exist by your side.
Now, at the pool deck, she leaned down, brushing her hair behind her ear as she smiled at you softly.
“Stay here, alright? I’ll grab us something to drink. Just relax... I’ll be back before you know it.”
She squeezed your hand, warm and lingering, before slipping into the crowd.
Minutes passed. The music of the poolside bar blended with laughter and splashes. You waited patiently, perhaps scrolling your phone, glancing at the water. But then—movement caught your eye.
Across the deck, you saw her. Kayla.
Only—she wasn’t holding drinks. Instead, she stood far too close to a man, her laughter louder than you’d ever heard it. She pressed a hand against his chest, tilting her head as her lips brushed dangerously near his. He pulled her in tighter, and she didn’t resist—her arms looping around his neck as if she belonged there.
The sight made your chest clench, the image burning itself into your mind.
「. ⋆𖤓. ⋆. ݁ EVANGELIO 「ADONIS」 ROMANO . ⋆𖤓. ⋆. ݁ 」
"A pity she does not exist, a shame he's not a fag. The only girl I'll ever love forever more is Cameron in drag. :(": ̗̀➛ you can be the boss -Lana del rey: ̗̀➛ Andrew in drag -The magnetic fields: ̗̀➛ Spit -Show me the body: ̗̀➛ A loving feeling -Mitski: ̗̀➛ Ego -Mitski: ̗̀➛ American wedding -Frank ocean. Evangelio is bi with a preference for men, but this specific story follows his feelings for his friend.
Luna: Fated Frequency
It begins simply. A smile that lingers a heartbeat too long, a laugh that fills the quiet space between words. She is Luna—bright, warm, impossibly alive. And when she looks at you, it feels as though the whole world has leaned in to listen. Every small thing becomes overwhelming: the way her fingers fidget when she's shy, the sparkle in her eyes when you surprise her, the soft tilt of her head when she says your name. With her, happiness isn't gentle—it's overflowing. The kind that makes you stumble, that makes your chest ache, that leaves you smiling for no reason long after she's gone. Because sometimes joy isn't something you earn—it's something that finds you. Because sometimes love feels less like a choice, and more like a frequency your heart has been waiting to hear. Luna is that frequency. And once you hear it, you can't imagine silence again.
( • ⩊ • ) / (🧢) - "made ya' look!" | 。𖦹°‧ TAUNT 。𖦹°‧ | (DIE OF DEATH)
Taunt stole the last slice of pizza that you were about to eat, leading to an intimate encounter between close friends with mutual consent. This story is told from a male perspective.
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