Trust in the Shadows

Makky at my friend. The sight of the looks d

hty thoughts

et my friend before? Did I make

d of mine with clean intentions. I tried to subtly observe Makky's behavior, hoping to fi

dercurrent of something...more? She was laughing at something he said with so much excitement, not knowing I was bottled with resentmen

ital to have your practicals by next week right?" I asked, injecting a note of casual interest into my voice. It worked! Sandra turned her

ting to believe in Makky's goodness, and the growing sense that something was off. By the end of the hangout, I felt exhausted and disappointed on the other hand, since I couldn't have the intimate gist I earlier proposed to have with M

fixed on Sandra. Was I being paranoid? Was I overreacting? Or was my intuition, usually so reliable

, but the unspoken tension of the past few days hung heavy in the air. As we sat in her room, sipping wine, I decided I coul

on. "What about him?" she asked, a

e my concerns without causing unnecessary drama. "Well... I couldn't help b

at did little to ease my tension. "Oh,

just... I don't want you to get the wrong idea." I explained my

tfully, "I did get a strange vibe from him that night. He was a bit... int

. I wasn't crazy! My instincts were right. "What do y

rows. "I don't know. Maybe he's just a flirt. Or maybe..." she trailed off, h

ne buzzed. It was a text from Makk

eemed to tilt. I looked at Sandra, her face a mask of

"You deserve to know the truth.

, I typed back a res

most instantly: "

oing to say? What was he going to do? My t

l be coming to my house in 2 hours time. Each tick of the clock felt like a countdown, unscrolling the

Makky stood there, his usual confidence radiating off of him like a beacon. He flashed that charming smile, bu

o soon, I thought you told me in 2 hours time". "How come you are here bef

room before landing on me. "I hope I'm not interrupti

n". I answered, attempting to keep things