seacosmos
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2 years of what I believed to be love with the woman I thought would be mine forever. 2 entire years of my life dedicated to spending time with her and making her happy, and yet the one night I come home early, with a silver ring hidden in my back pocket, a bouquet of flowers ready in my hand and the recipe for her favourite food in my mind, I come home to find her in our bedroom with another lover, doing the things I so hoped to do with her that night but never did. Tears blurred my vision—I did not understand. Had I done something wrong? What was it that had driven her to commit this act of betrayal?
What broke them apart was the sounds of my sobs. She looked at me in alarm and they separated, but the deed was done. I left the doorway and simply shuffled to the living room silently, dropping onto the couch. The bouquet of flowers fell from my fingers, falling to the floor, already forgotten. I took out the case with the ring and placed it on the table. Now, I just wanted to sleep, and laying down with the ring in my pocket wasn’t very comfortable.
As the man put his clothes back on and left silently, Katherine, now fully clothed, came to me. She took my hand and she apologised again and again but I couldn’t—or no, I wouldn’t—listen to her. To me, her words meant nothing; they couldn’t erase what I had seen. She kept repeating them, but they were empty, invisible. And truthfully, the tears that fell from my eyes felt almost invisible, too. I felt numb.
At last I managed to mumble, ”I want— I want to be alone. Leave, please.” Katherine didn’t move for a moment, but eventually she stood up and walked to the front door. I flipped to my side, facing the back of the couch, but I could feel her eyes on me before I heard the soft click of the door closing. That night, I cried myself to sleep.
its from the perspective from an ~ambiguous~ person (but I wrote it with a male in mind)
ok bye have a good day/night/other
What broke them apart was the sounds of my sobs. She looked at me in alarm and they separated, but the deed was done. I left the doorway and simply shuffled to the living room silently, dropping onto the couch. The bouquet of flowers fell from my fingers, falling to the floor, already forgotten. I took out the case with the ring and placed it on the table. Now, I just wanted to sleep, and laying down with the ring in my pocket wasn’t very comfortable.
As the man put his clothes back on and left silently, Katherine, now fully clothed, came to me. She took my hand and she apologised again and again but I couldn’t—or no, I wouldn’t—listen to her. To me, her words meant nothing; they couldn’t erase what I had seen. She kept repeating them, but they were empty, invisible. And truthfully, the tears that fell from my eyes felt almost invisible, too. I felt numb.
At last I managed to mumble, ”I want— I want to be alone. Leave, please.” Katherine didn’t move for a moment, but eventually she stood up and walked to the front door. I flipped to my side, facing the back of the couch, but I could feel her eyes on me before I heard the soft click of the door closing. That night, I cried myself to sleep.
its from the perspective from an ~ambiguous~ person (but I wrote it with a male in mind)
ok bye have a good day/night/other
Yeah, it sucks for him