Fyodor (angst)

you don't know how you ended up in this situation. you've always cared, thought about him before yourself, etc. You stand outside of you and Fyodor's shared house, mascara and eyeliner streaming down your face, along with the heavy rain contributing to the mess. you cannot seem to put your finger down on what exactly happened. you went out for a run before a storm came in and next thing you know, there's a car that you've never seen before, parked in your driveway, next to Fyodor's. you think, "well, maybe it's his male friend" until you check the security cameras. It's a woman, someone who is much prettier than yourself, wearing baggy sweats and a tight, cropped shirt. you now come to the conclusion that he's cheating. you stand in the rain with your nicely done makeup dripping down your tear stained face. you stand frozen outside, soaking wet, and absolutely bawling your eyes out you find yourself unable to confront him, text him, or even take a step forward