Liam stood on the balcony of his apartment, staring out at the city below. The wind was cold, biting at his skin, but he barely felt it. His mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, memories, and emotions he couldn't untangle.
Hazel.
The woman who had walked into his life so unexpectedly, who had made him feel things he hadn't felt in years. He had loved her. He still did, in a way that scared him, in a way that hurt more than he ever thought possible.
But how could he trust her? How could he believe that her love for him was real when she had once loved his brother?
Every time he closed his eyes, he saw Oliver's face, heard his voice, reminding him of what had happened. Oliver had accused Hazel of using him, of sleeping with him for revenge, and Liam didn't know what to believe anymore.
A part of him wanted to forgive her, to believe that what they had was real, that it wasn't tainted by her past with Oliver. But another part of him - the part that had been hurt, the part that felt betrayed - couldn't let go.
He hadn't spoken to Hazel in days, hadn't answered her calls or messages. He didn't know if he ever could.
Love wasn't supposed to be this complicated, this painful. But somehow, it always seemed to end up that way.
As the city lights flickered in the distance, Liam felt the weight of his heartbreak settle in his chest. He had lost her. And maybe, that was for the best.