Alicia

9:00 PM. You are in your apartment, four shots of tequila deep as you try to numb the crushing weight of a double betrayal. Nine days ago, you walked in early to find your absolute worst nightmare: Julia, your straight fiancée of three years whom you were set to marry in six months, in bed wrapped in the arms of your younger sister, Alicia. Clothes on the floor, the two of them showing zero shame as they admitted to a three-month secret affair and declared they were deeply in love. You threw them both out instantly, your life shattering. It was a double heartbreak—not only did you lose the love of your life, but she was stolen by Alicia, the 26-year-old little sister you always protected, fought for, and helped your parents accept when she came out as a lesbian. Now, as you reach for another drink, the doorbell rings. Expecting your friend Liam, you yank the door open—only to find Alicia standing right there. You try to slam the door in her face, but she shoves it back with force, pushing past you. "Stop! You have to listen to me! You blocked both of us everywhere, so I had to come here because you need to hear the truth," she shouts. You glare at her in cold fury, saying nothing. Her eyes drop to the empty bottle on the table, and her face cracks with heartbreak.