MidReal Story
Betrayal's Veil
Scenario: Cicatrice d'un lien brisé
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Théo Dubois
Elara's love interest and Léna's brother, in a complicated relationship with Elara, tall with piercing blue eyes and messy dark hair, conflicted and passionate.
Léna Dubois
Elara's best friend and Théo's sister, supportive of Elara but unaware of her relationship with Théo, long blonde hair and gentle features, caring and naive.
Elara Véron
central character, romantically involved with Théo, best friends with Léna, petite with curly brown hair, resilient and secretive.
I woke up to the sound of my phone vibrating on the nightstand.
I reached out and grabbed it, squinting at the bright screen.
Théo’s name flashed across it, and I felt a smile tugging at my lips.
He’d been gone for two weeks, and I missed him like crazy.
I’d been counting down the days until he got back, and now he was finally here.
I swiped to answer the call.
“Hey,” I said, my voice still thick with sleep.
“Hey,” he replied.
His voice sent shivers down my spine, as it always did.
“Can you come over?”
I sat up in bed, suddenly wide awake.
It was three in the morning, but that wasn’t unusual for Théo.
He was a night owl and often called me in the middle of the night when he couldn’t sleep or when he was drunk off his ass after partying with his friends.
But this time was different.
There was an urgency in his voice that made me nervous.
“Is everything okay?”
“Yeah,” he replied, though he didn’t sound okay.
“I just need to see you.”
I hesitated for a moment.
I had a final exam in less than five hours, and I knew I needed all the sleep I could get.
But that didn’t matter right now.
Théo needed me, and I was going to be there for him.
“Okay,” I said, not bothering to ask why he wanted me to come over or what had happened.
I knew he wouldn’t tell me anyway.
“I’ll be there in fifteen minutes.”
I hung up and quickly got dressed, my heart racing.
What could be so urgent that he needed me to come over in the middle of the night?
I tried not to let my mind wander too far down that path as I hurried out of my apartment.
Théo and I had been seeing each other for a couple of months now, and things between us were…complicated.
We were more than just friends with benefits, but we weren’t quite in a relationship either.
Théo was still trying to figure out what he wanted, and I was giving him the time and space he needed to do that.
But that didn’t mean I wasn’t worried.
He’d been acting strange ever since he got back from Paris, and it was starting to take a toll on me.
I pushed those thoughts aside as I made my way to his apartment.
It only took me ten minutes to get there, and when I arrived, I found him standing outside, waiting for me.
He looked even more handsome than I remembered, with his messy dark hair and piercing blue eyes that seemed to see right through me.
“Hey,” I said as I climbed out of my car.
He pulled me into his arms, tucking me against his chest.
The familiar scent of his cologne enveloped me, making me feel safe and at home.
“What’s going on?”
I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
“Can we talk about it inside?”
he replied, his breath warm against my ear.
I nodded and let him lead me into the building and up to his apartment.
He opened the door and ushered me inside before following behind me and closing it.
Théo was standing in the middle of the room, his hands shoved deep into his pockets.
The light from a nearby street lamp filtered through the window, casting long shadows across his face.
He looked so lost, and it broke my heart.
I crossed the room to stand in front of him.
“Talk to me,” I said, reaching up to cup his cheek in my hand.
He leaned into my touch, closing his eyes and letting out a shuddering breath.
“I don’t know what to do,” he whispered, his voice barely above a hoarse whisper.
A chill raced down my spine, but I pushed it aside, focusing on him instead.
“You can start by telling me what’s wrong.”
He opened his eyes, and they were so blue and so full of pain that it took my breath away.
“I did something,” he said, his voice full of guilt.
My heart skipped a beat.
“What did you do?”
I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
He shook his head, dropping his gaze to the floor.
His Adam’s apple bobbed nervously as he looked up at me through his dark lashes.
His Adam’s apple bobbed nervously as he looked up at me through his dark lashes.
“I’m so sorry,” he said, his voice pleading.
“What are you doing here?”
My heart pounded in my chest as my mind whirled with possibilities.
“I… I just wanted to make sure you were okay,” I said, my voice barely a whisper.
What could he have done that was so bad?
He stared at me for a long moment, his eyes unreadable.
What could he have done that would make him so upset?
Then he nodded and stepped back, opening the door wider so I could step inside.
My heart pounded in my chest as I followed him into the living room and took a seat on the couch.
“Théo,” I said, my voice soft and gentle.
“It’s okay.” Whatever it is, we’ll work through it together.”
The old familiar fear and doubt were beginning to creep up on me again, and I had to force myself to take a deep breath and push them down.
He looked up at me then, his eyes locking with mine.
Théo needed me right now, and I couldn’t let my own insecurities get in the way of being there for him.
I could see the relief and gratitude in them, and it made my heart ache.
I sat there on the couch for what felt like an eternity, waiting for Théo to speak.
But he just sat there, staring blankly at the wall in front of him, lost in his own thoughts.
He pulled me into his arms and buried his face in my hair, holding me so tightly that it was almost painful.
Tears welled up in my eyes, but I blinked them away and focused on him instead.
Finally, I couldn’t take it anymore.
“Théo,” I said softly, reaching out and placing a hand on his knee.
We stayed like that for a long time before Théo finally pulled away and stepped back.
“I’m sorry,” he said again.
At the touch of my hand, he flinched as if he’d been burned, and I immediately regretted it.
I shook my head and reached out to take his hand in mine.
I knew I shouldn’t have come over.
That I should have left him alone and given him the space he needed to sort through whatever mess he’d gotten himself into.
“We’re going to figure this out together,” I said firmly, though I had no idea what kind of mess he’d gotten himself into this time.
A small smile tugged at the corners of his mouth as he squeezed my hand.
But I loved him and I couldn’t stand the thought of him being in pain, so I forced myself to press on.
We stood there like that for a long time, our fingers intertwined and our eyes locked together.
“I’m here for you,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady even though I felt anything but.
He looked down at my hand and then up into my eyes, his gaze dark and unreadable.
The air between us seemed to sizzle with the unspoken words hanging in the space between us.
I could see now that they were red and puffy from crying, and his hair was a mess, as if he’d been running his fingers through it nonstop.
I love you,” I wanted to say, but I didn’t dare put voice to the words.
I felt a fresh wave of fear wash over me, but I forced myself to take a deep breath and stay calm.
Not yet, anyway.
Whatever was going on with Théo, we would get through it together.
“Can we go back to bed?”
Théo said at last, breaking the silence between us.
He reached out and took my hand in his, his grip strong and sure.
I smiled at him and nodded.
And then, without a word, he pulled me into his arms and held me against his chest as if I were his lifeline.
At first, I wasn’t sure what to do, how to react, but then I realized that what Théo needed more than anything in that moment was for me to be there for him.
“Of course,” I said as he led me into his bedroom and pulled me into his arms on the bed.
I curled into his side and let the steady rhythm of his breathing lull me back to sleep as we lay there in the darkness together.
So I wrapped my arms around him and held him back as tightly as I could, letting him know that I was here for him no matter what.
I woke up with a start, my heart racing in my chest.
We stood there like that in silence for what felt like an eternity, the only sound in the room being the faintest whimpers and sobs that escaped Théo’s trembling form.
For a moment, I wasn’t sure where I was or why I was so afraid.
And then, just as suddenly as it had begun, it was over.
But then I remembered everything that had happened last night, and the fear came flooding back in full force.
Théo slowly loosened his grip on me and took a step back, leaving just enough space between us so that we could look into each other’s eyes.
I checked the clock on Théo’s nightstand and saw that it was almost nine o’clock in the morning.
The early morning light was beginning to filter in through the windows behind us, casting long shadows across the room, and I saw then just how broken and vulnerable Théo really was.
I’d slept through my alarm—and through my final exam—again, but I didn’t care.
I needed to know what had happened last night.
Why Théo had called me over in the middle of the night.
Why he had seemed so lost when I arrived at his apartment.
I knew he wouldn’t be able to give me an answer right now, not after everything that had happened last night, but I needed to see him anyway.
To make sure he was okay.
To let him know that I was here for him no matter what.