It was raining and Harvey was running. He was running as fast as his legs could take him. He was out of breath but he had to get away, he needed to. He couldn't be here anymore. His favorite Tom Ford suit was being drenched in the rain and he was slipping and sliding in his leather Oxfords. He was pretty sure that they were in the process of getting ruined also but a part of him didn't care. All that was in the back of his mind.
The rain was relentless, pounding against his skin like tiny needles. Each step felt heavier as his shoes filled with water, making squelching sounds with every stride. The city lights blurred through the downpour, creating a kaleidoscope of colors that he barely registered. His heart was pounding in his chest, not just from the exertion but from the sheer panic that drove him forward.
He could hear the distant sounds of sirens, but he couldn't tell if they were coming for him or just part of the chaotic city night. His mind raced with thoughts of what he was leaving behind and what lay ahead. The cold rain mingled with the sweat on his brow, stinging his eyes and making it hard to see. But he couldn't stop. Stopping meant facing everything he was running from, and he wasn't ready for that. Not yet.
Harvey's chest tightened as he replayed the scene in his mind: the sight of his boyfriend entwined with another, the words of betrayal hanging in the air. Anger and hurt fueled his steps, pushing him further away from the shattered pieces of his once-beloved relationship. The pain cut deep, echoing the wounds of his past, a haunting reminder of his mother's betrayal of his father. The cycle of heartbreak seemed unending, a heavy burden he carried with each step in the pouring rain.
Harvey had come home early, eager to surprise his boyfriend with dinner. As he opened the door, he froze. There, in the dim light of their living room, his boyfriend was wrapped around another man, their lips locked in a passionate kiss. The betrayal hit him like a punch to the gut, knocking the breath out of him.
"What the hell is this?" Harvey's voice trembled with a mix of anger and disbelief. His boyfriend looked up, eyes wide with shock, but quickly replaced with a cold indifference.
"Harvey, I... it's not what it looks like," his boyfriend stammered, trying to pull away from the other boy.
"Not what it looks like?" Harvey scoffed, his voice rising. "I walked in on you kissing someone else!"
Without waiting for a response, Harvey turned and walked out, the sound of the door closing behind him echoing in the hallway, the dinner forgotten, the apartment left behind in a blur of tears and rain.
The rain outside matched his mood, pouring down in relentless sheets. Harvey's mind raced as he tried to make sense of the scene he had just witnessed. The image of them together played over and over in his head, each replay more painful than the last.
He wandered the streets aimlessly, the cold rain soaking through his clothes. Every step felt heavy, burdened by the weight of his heartbreak. The betrayal cut deep, reopening old wounds and leaving him feeling more alone than ever. As he walked, he couldn't help but wonder if he would ever be able to trust again.
Harvey's heart raced as he ran through the rain-soaked streets, his mind a whirlwind of emotions. He realized he had no one else to turn to but Mike. With each step, his resolve grew stronger, fueled by the need for comfort and understanding in this moment of betrayal.
Finally reaching Mike's apartment building, Harvey pounded on the door, his breaths coming in ragged gasps. As the door swung open, revealing Mike's concerned face, Harvey's words tumbled out in a rush.
"Mike, I... I need your help. I don't know what to do. He... he was cheating on me," Harvey's voice cracked with emotion, his eyes pleading for solace in his friend's familiar presence.
Mike's expression softened, understanding dawning in his eyes as he pulled Harvey into a comforting embrace. "Come in, Harvey. You're safe here. We'll figure this out together," Mike's voice was a steady anchor in the storm of Harvey's emotions.
As Harvey stepped inside, Mike couldn't help but feel a surge of protectiveness. He had always harbored a crush on Harvey, and seeing him so broken only intensified his feelings. He led Harvey to the couch and wrapped a blanket around his shoulders.
"Harvey, you don't deserve this. You deserve someone who will treat you right," Mike said, his voice firm yet gentle. "I'll always be here for you, no matter what."
Harvey looked up, his eyes filled with gratitude and a glimmer of something else. For the first time, he saw the depth of Mike's feelings, and it gave him a small, comforting spark of hope amidst his heartbreak. Maybe, just maybe, this terrible betrayal could lead to something new and beautiful. With Mike by his side, Harvey felt like he could begin to heal and perhaps even find love again. He realized that Mike's unwavering support and gentle care were exactly what he needed to start mending his broken heart.
As they sat together, Harvey felt a sense of peace wash over him, knowing that with Mike, he was truly safe and cherished. Mike helped him out of his wet clothes, a simple act of kindness that spoke volumes about their bond and trust. Harvey felt grateful for Mike's caring nature, finding solace in his friend's comforting presence.
"Thanks, Mike," Harvey mumbled, his voice barely above a whisper.
Mike nodded, his eyes steady. "It's nothing. Just want to make sure you're okay."
Harvey glanced at him, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. "I don't know what I'd do without you."
"You'll never have to find out," Mike replied simply, pulling him into a brief, firm hug. "I'm here."
