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It was dark outside, and so so quiet, only your tears breaking the peace of the late night. He didn’t come home again, it was starting to be a constant, like your shared house was a passing by destination. It hurt you, badly. It all went downhill after your engagement, which you would never expect, certainly after he asked you for marriage. You think he’s just having a lot of work lately, but everyone else that you’ve told says that he’s cheating. All of them made their mouths to shit on that poor man, told you to throw away the ring, to kick him out and much much more. You didn’t really want to listen to them, and you dismissed everything they said, but slowly and surely, the doubt settled in your pretty mind.
You heard the loud noise of the front door unlocking, it almost made you laugh. Did this dickhead remember that he had a woman and a house in the, you turned around to check the clock on your nightstand, 02:41 AM!? It was sickening how happy he looked as the door creaked open. His suit was neat, his shoulders were relaxed, but the moment he realised that there were tears sliding down your rosy cheeks his smirk fell and he was, let’s say he looked concerned and certainly uneasy now.
Your hand gripped the pillow behind you, it was almost too painful how many memories held that single silk pillowcase, he bought it for you after he saw that you used one in your old apartment. It was when you two were still nothing but a duo of idiots. It was still at the time when your delusions collided. You threw the pillow across the room, straight at his now ugly face, but for you unfortunately, he caught it, wasn’t gonna do much damage anyway. His brows curved in a saddened expression, his eyes found yours and locked together.
“Is everything alright? Do you want me to bring you something or maybe just leave you alone for some time…?” His voice was dying with every word, making it come out as a whisper. He stayed at the door for a second, then stepped towards the bed with one of his big step. You felt your curtain falling, your rage spilling, his audacity to even ask. “Go away with that bitch! I hate you… I don’t care about your excuses…” It was a miserable attempt to scream through tears but it sure made him step away from the bed. He left the pillow on the edge of the bed before retreating to the door frame. “What woman are you talking about? I don’t have eyes for anyone else except you. Please, I’ve been at work…It’s just that we have a lot of work now, you know…It’s not like that.” You almost believed him, It almost sounded true, until he mumbled the last sentence that likely confirmed your hypothesis. It was so sickening, so bad, so despicable, so sad to be true but it was reality. The one you had to life with, the one you had to admit to everyone who you thought was lying.
His gazed moved across the room trying to find something that made the light cast righteous shadows across him, or simply put, an excuse. “You can ask my colleagues, heck, you can even check the camera footage, please believe me, Y/N, I am your husband” that wasn’t exactly true, the camera footage was strictly viewed only by security and shared if there is any crime involved, which in this particular situation was not. And he wasn’t your husband, there was no shiny golden ring on your neither his finger. “Do you really care about telling me the truth, or…or just wanted to say something?” Your answer changed his face into an expression that could be deemed only with rage.
It’s been a hot minute of silence, after which he climbed onto the bed making it crack under his weight. Your hands found the pillow from his side of the bed and threw it at him again, but this time it didn’t faze him. He curled up facing away from you. That poor little but chubby man seemed so tired, you didn’t really notice the dark circles under his eyes, you were blinded by your mind, your thoughts, your preconceptions, what others said, too carried away, too unwilling to hear, to give him another chance. He had a godly name, a religious life, he was an innocent soul, killed without a purpose, reborn to be loved. But yet, he was painted like the devil.
“Should I believe your words?” You murmured through your newly shed tears. “Do as you wish” There was no trace left of his soft voice, It was deep and raspy. “Let me sleep, heh, I guess that my ‘other’ woman sleep deprived me all that time” It was a joke that made only him chuckle, but as much as he tried he couldn’t change soft rich laughter. Your lips parted in an attempt to answer but your voice didn’t dare to come out. It felt like your held back tears were like thorns around your throat. You looked around the room, the pictures, the memories, give me a break. You lied down and pulled the blanket over your face, but you still pushed the edge to him, was it intentional or not, not quite sure. He grumped and covered himself with the flowery patterned blanket.
Before you fell into slumber, you heard what you thought of as a few pants and moans. Couldn’t really put your finger on what they were but they sure came out of the blondie laid beside you.