The Color Black [an original story]

five

Author's Note: It's two in the morning and I'm over here writing, like I don't have to work in the morning. Enjoy this chapter.

Geneviève was blessed to see another year. It was another birthday celebrated at work. She was used to it by now. Since her parents are no longer with her, she didn't have any reason to celebrate her birthday. It's been almost a decade since they passed and she missed them dearly. Her life isn't the same without them. Everyday she wakes up stronger. She believed she had a purpose, but didn't know what it was.

Her co-workers did the expected and surprised her with a birthday cake. She turned twenty-seven years old. Geneviève blew out the candles and thanked her friends. She even got a few gifts, she even cleaned herself up nicely.

"Why do you have to spend another birthday at work?" Monica asked. Geneviève shrugged her shoulders and started to open up some of the gifts.

"It's just another day and I can't keep missing out on money." Geneviève responded.

"Did your man get you anything yet?" Monica asked with a smirk.

The smile Geneviève had on her face was now gone when she realized that Black didn't give her anything. They've been going to well for this mishap to happen. Monica noticed and said something.

"Damn, he's messing up already. I guess no matter how much money a man got, he's still going to be a man." Monica said, eating some of the icing off the cake.

"Money doesn't justify anybody's actions. He just probably forgot." Geneviève made an excuse for Black. She hoped the excuse was real.

"So, I think you haven't seen the picture yet." Monica mentioned and that made Geneviève turned her head over to her.

"What picture?" Geneviève asked. Monica sighed and showed her the picture. It was Black and a woman laughing it up. Black was supposedly whispering into the woman's ear. Geneviève could feel the tears coming. She felt hurt. It was too good to be real. She thought she met someone who only loved her. Black was like any other man.

All men were the same.

"Geneviève, I'm sorry, girl. I seen it last night and didn't want to show it to you, but I had to let you know. Are you okay?" Monica came over to Geneviève and comforted her.

The tears were streaming from Geneviève's eyes. This day was supposed to be a good day. It was her birthday. She didn't expect to see her man with another woman. She was done with Black.

After a long, sad day at work, Geneviève decided that she didn't want to have any fun after. She went straight back to her apartment and sobbed. Black still didn't give her text or call. It was over for them—well in Geneviève's perspective. She looked at the photo numerous of times. It looked recent.