Remi slammed the bedroom door shut behind him, quickly locking it, before sliding down to the floor and burying his face in his hands. The werewolf never thought he'd ever feel betrayed by one of his best mates before. Jay knew how he felt Simba, has for years, yet that didn't seem to prevent him from kissing him. In fact, they were probably still at it. "Fuck," He whimpered, his stomach churning as he conjured up the image of the two plastered together. Not only did he feel utterly and completely betrayed, but also heartbroken and downright pathetic. Remi accepted that Simba would never want him, figuring he'd either continue sleeping around or end up with a stranger, but that wasn't the case. Remi wasn't good enough, but apparently Jay was, as if that should surprise him. Jay and Simba were inseparable, and Remi would never have the relationship they did. Tears stung at his eyes, causing him to press the heels of hands against them. Remi refused to cry over something so silly. Although it was a poor act of friendship, Jay wasn't obligated to have a platonic relationship with Simba if he wanted more, certainly not for Remi's sake when he didn't stand a chance. And it wasn't Simba's fault, because he didn't know. "Fuck," He repeated, voice thick with pent up emotion.
