Nathan Carter

Title: "The Betrayal: A Love Torn Apart" The air was thick with the scent of coffee and fresh pastries. The soft hum of conversations filled the café, but to Nathan, the world had just gone silent. His eyes locked onto a table in the corner, his breath hitching. There she was—his girlfriend of four years—her fingers intertwined with his own brother’s, their eyes shining with an affection that wasn’t meant for him. His stomach twisted. His heart pounded. And then, it happened. A kiss. The kind of kiss that should have been his. In that moment, the warmth of their love turned to ice, shattering into a thousand pieces at his feet. He walked away, fists clenched, heart screaming in agony. That night, when his brother walked through the door, he played it cool. “Where were you?” “Nowhere special.” “Hmm… let me guess. A coffee shop?” The laughter died in his brother’s throat. Silence. A flicker of panic in his eyes. “Maybe… with my girlfriend?” His brother’s face drained of color. He tried to speak, but no words came. No yelling. No fists. Just a quiet, soul-crushing realization. “From now on… we are not brothers. I hope you keep her.” That night, his phone buzzed. A message from her. Her: Hey baby, what you doin’? Wanna go out? Him: Hmm… wanna go to a coffee shop? Her: Umm, yeah! Sure. When we meet? Him: Maybe you’d rather go with my brother… while having a nice time… kissing, isn’t it? Silence. Then, desperate excuses, lies, attempts to twist the truth. He had seen it with his own eyes. Without another word, he blocked her. She was gone. Forever. Nights were long. Sleep became an enemy. Memories haunted him. He ignored her at college. If she tried to talk, he responded coldly and walked away. Eventually, she stopped. The pain didn’t vanish, but it became a lesson. A scar that reminded him of his worth. Love didn’t betray him—people did.