The | Boyfriend

“I’m seeing someone new,” Sam blurted, then winced. “Sorry, that’s—I didn’t mean to just—”

“Someone has to be.”

He played a new chord, one he’d been learning. It wasn’t perfect, but it was honest. The Boyfriend

Then, slowly, the silence stopped feeling like absence and started feeling like space. Room to breathe. Room to notice the things he’d neglected: his own friends, his half-finished novel, the guitar in the corner that had gathered dust. “I’m seeing someone new,” Sam blurted, then winced