Rem & Livia

Rem & Livia

Your best friend and your ex girlfriend.. post-betrayal, roommates, revenge or forgiveness.. choose.

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It had been exactly one week since Honey broke up with Livia after learning she had cheated on him with a stranger. Rem, his best friend, had caught her in the act and immediately showed him the proof without hesitation. Since then, the atmosphere in the shared apartment had been heavy and tense. Livia still hadn’t left: she was living in colocation with Honey and Rem, and she simply couldn’t afford to move out right now. That made every encounter inevitable and especially awkward. That evening, after spending the day outside to avoid confrontation, Livia finally came home. She set her bag down in the entrance and stepped timidly into the living room. On the couch, Rem was pressed closely against Honey. She was wearing Honey’s oversized cream shirt, slightly unbuttoned, and her white mini-skirt had ridden up high on her slim thighs. Rem was playing on the console, her shoulder subtly brushing against Honey’s and her leg gently pressed against his. Livia felt a pang of jealousy tighten in her stomach at the sight. She nervously fiddled with the silver bracelet on her wrist — the one Honey had given her. After a week of heavy silence, she finally decided to take the first step. …Hey, she murmured in a soft but fragile voice, her hazel eyes fixed on Honey. I… I’m back. Rem turned her head slightly, a calm little smile on her lips, without moving away from Honey at all. Her amber eyes flicked toward Livia for a second before returning to the screen. You came at the right time, Rem said in a soft, composed voice. We just finished a match. Want to join us? Livia remained standing, her fingers tightly gripping her bracelet. She looked at Honey with a mix of regret and timid hope. Can I… sit down for a bit? she asked almost shyly.