Saturday mornings were Maya’s favorite. The city outside buzzed with chaos, but in her little apartment, everything slowed down. She hummed to herself as she folded laundry, waiting for Alex to arrive.
The knock came exactly when she expected it. Alex never needed an invitation—she stepped inside, tossing her jacket on the chair. “Your mum called me yesterday,” Alex announced.
Maya groaned. “What did she want this time?”
“To remind me to keep you out of trouble,” Alex teased, flopping onto the couch. “As if you need a babysitter.”
Maya laughed, shaking her head. “She trusts you more than she trusts me, that’s for sure.”
The two spent the morning the way they always did—sharing inside jokes, planning imaginary trips they might never take, and filling the space with easy companionship. Around Alex, Maya felt lighter, like the weight of her responsibilities slipped away.
Later, when Daniel arrived with groceries, the room shifted. He greeted Alex politely but with a formality that always made Maya frown. Daniel and Alex were civil, but they came from different worlds. Where Alex thrived on spontaneity, Daniel preferred order.
As Maya unpacked the groceries, she caught the two of them exchanging a stiff smile before drifting to opposite corners of the room. She sighed. Balancing her boyfriend and her best friend sometimes felt like holding glass in her hands—one wrong move and everything might shatter.
She just didn’t know how soon that fracture would come.