The hours passed slowly.
Leo lay on his bed, staring at the ceiling, his mind a dark and tangled mess.
The guilt was there, heavy in his chest.
But so was the hunger.
That dark, burning hunger that he could not control.
He heard the front door open.
His heart jumped.
“Leo?” his mom’s voice called out.
She sounded tired.
Exhausted, even.
He got up and walked to the living room.
Anna was standing by the door, dropping her bag on the floor.
Her hair was messy.
Her face was pale.
Dark circles under her eyes.
She looked like she hadn’t slept in days.
“Mom,” Leo said, his voice soft.
“You’re home.”
Anna forced a smile.
It did not reach her eyes.
“Sorry I’m late. The clinic was crazy today. Double shift. I’m so tired I can barely stand.”
Leo stood there, watching her.
She looked so fragile.
So worn down.
The guilt twisted in his stomach.
“How was your day?” Anna asked, walking past him toward the kitchen.
She opened the fridge and stared inside, not really looking.
“Fine,” Leo said.
“School was fine.”
She closed the fridge without taking anything.
She turned to him, her eyes distant.
“That’s good. That’s good, sweetheart.”
There was a long pause.
The air between them was thick.
Anna seemed to sense it too, but she was too tired to question it.
“Listen,” she said, rubbing her forehead.
“I’m so sorry, but I can’t make dinner tonight. I’m just… I’m going to lie down. Can you eat outside today? There’s some money on the counter.”
Leo nodded quickly.
“Yeah. Okay. I’ll eat outside.”
Anna walked over to him.
She reached out and touched his cheek.
Her hand was warm.
Her fingers were soft.
He flinched, just a little, and she noticed.
She pulled her hand back, a flicker of hurt in her eyes.
“Are you sure you’re okay?”
“I’m fine,” Leo said, looking down.
“Just tired too.”
Anna sighed.
“Alright. Don’t stay out too late. And lock the door when you come back.”
She turned and walked to her room.
Leo watched her go.
She moved slowly, heavily, like every step cost her something.
At the door, she paused.
“Goodnight, Leo.”
“Goodnight, Mom.”
She closed the door.
A moment later, he heard the soft creak of the bed as she lay down.
Leo stood in the kitchen, alone again.
He grabbed the money from the counter—a crumpled twenty-dollar bill.
He shoved it in his pocket and walked out the door.
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It felt good against his skin, a small relief from the heat that constantly burned inside him.
He walked to the burger place a few blocks away.
The neon sign buzzed.
The parking lot was half empty.
He ordered a burger and a juice, paid, and took the paper bag.
He didn’t want to go home yet.
He didn’t want to be in that house, so close to her room, to her bed, to the secrets that were piling up like dirty laundry.
He found a bench in a small park near the burger joint.
The sky was darkening, painted in shades of purple and orange.
The streetlights were flickering to life.
He sat down and unwrapped his burger.
He took a bite.
It tasted like cardboard.
He took another bite anyway.
He was hungry, even if he couldn’t taste it.
He sipped his juice and stared at the empty street.
It was around 8 PM.
The stars were beginning to appear.
“Leo?”
He looked up.
A familiar figure was walking toward him, hands in the pockets of her hoodie.
Maya.
She looked surprised to see him.
Her hair was loose, falling around her shoulders.
She had a small smile on her face.
“Hey,” Leo said, sitting up straighter.
“What are you doing here?”
Maya shrugged, walking closer.
“Just taking a night walk. My house felt stuffy. Needed some air.” She stopped in front of his bench.
“What about you? Eating dinner alone at 8 PM?”
Leo held up his half-eaten burger.
“My mom worked late. She was too tired to cook. Told me to eat outside.”
Maya’s eyes softened.
“That’s tough. She works a lot, huh?”
“Yeah,” Leo said quietly.
“A lot.”
There was a pause.
Maya shifted on her feet, looking at the burger in his hand.
It was already half eaten, the wrapper crumpled.
Leo followed her gaze.
“Do you want some?” he asked, holding it out.
“I mean… I already ate half of it, but… I could get you your own if you want.”
Maya laughed softly.
She looked at the burger, then at him.
Her eyes were warm in the dim light.
“No, it’s okay,” she said.
Then, surprising herself, she sat down beside him on the bench.
“Actually… I’ll take a little bite. If you don’t mind.”
Leo blinked.
“Really?”
“Really.” She took the burger from his hand, carefully, and bit into it.
She chewed, swallowed, and handed it back.
“Not bad. A little cold, but not bad.”
Leo stared at her for a moment.
She was sitting next to him.
In the dark.
Sharing his food.
It felt almost…
normal.
Almost like the world before everything changed.
“Thanks,” he said, taking another bite.
They sat in silence for a while.
The sounds of the night drifted around them—crickets, a distant car, the hum of the streetlight above.
“So,” Maya said, breaking the silence.
Leo’s jaw tightened.
He looked down at the burger in his hands.
“I told you. Nothing.”
“Liar.” Her voice was soft, not angry.
“I’ve known you since we were five, Leo. You can’t lie to me.”
He said nothing.
Maya sighed.
“Okay. Fine. You don’t have to talk. But I’m here. If you ever want to.”
She reached out and touched his arm.
A simple, friendly gesture.
But Leo’s body reacted before his mind could catch up.
He turned toward her, his hand moving—he didn’t know why, he didn’t mean to—and his fingers brushed against her chest.
Against the soft curve of her breast through her hoodie.
It was just a touch.
A split second.
But it was enough.
Maya froze.
Leo’s eyes went wide.
He pulled his hand back like he had been burned.
“I—I didn’t—I’m sorry—” he stammered, his face burning red.
“It was an accident. I swear, Maya, it was an accident.”
Maya stared at him.
Her mouth was open.
Her cheeks were flushed, visible even in the dim light.
She didn’t say anything.
She just stared.
“I’m sorry,” Leo said again, standing up.
The burger fell from his hands, landing on the ground.
He didn’t pick it up.
“I didn’t mean to. It was a mistake. Please—”
Maya stood up slowly.
Her eyes were wide, unreadable.
She took a step back.
“It’s… it’s okay,” she said, but her voice was shaky.
“I know you didn’t mean it.”
“I really didn’t—”
“I said it’s okay.” Her voice was firmer now, but still trembling.
She looked at him, then looked away.
“I should… I should go. It’s getting late.”
She turned and walked away, her steps quick.
“Maya—” Leo called after her.
She didn’t turn around.
Leo stood there, alone in the dark park.
The abandoned burger lay on the ground at his feet.
The juice bottle was tipped over, empty.
He ran his hands through his hair.
His heart was pounding.
What had he done?
First his mom.
Now Maya.
He was losing control of everything.
He turned and walked home, his steps heavy.
But inside Maya’s head, as she walked quickly through the dark streets, her mind was replaying the moment over and over.
*He touched me.
His hand.
On my chest.*
She touched the spot where his fingers had brushed her.
Her skin was still tingling.
*He touched me.*
And she did not know why, but her heart was beating fast.
And it was not fear.
It was something else.
Something she did not want to name.