Unforgettable Rendez-vous

Truth Be Told

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(y/n) walked through the corridor, yet every step felt as if she would loose her balance. Her head was fighting against it but her heart told her to keep going. Don't run away. She told herself over and over again. He deserves to know the truth.

She continued to wander through the darkness, her body following the glimpse of light that was coming from the living room that was attached to the end of the corridor. Before she entered the spot of light that spread out on the floor boards, (y/n) peeked behind the corner to take a glimpse into the room, noticing nothing more than a abandoned book on the couch, halfly wrapped in a cozy blanket. The light came from a reading lamp that pointed towards it.

The room felt alive, yet (y/n) couldn't sense Sinclair anywhere near. Furrowing her brows, she decided to look for him, strolling through the room and peeking out here and there.

Her heart was beating fast when she spotted him. Sinclair stood in front of the huge glass windows that filled the winter garden, his mind driving off into the darkness so that he didn't notice her. He had changed into some tartan pajama pants and a white shirt and held another cup of tea in his hands, sipping quietly as another lightning illuminated the midnight sky.

Slowly, (y/n) approached him from behind, the slightly cracking floorboards giving her away.
„Could't you sleep?", Sinclair asked calmy as he noticed her, his voice deep and smooth. He turned around and smiled at her, a bit worried.
"...yes I..I had a nightmare.", (y/n) said unsurely, trying hard to not look away from his beautiful eyes, she was still feeling the fear she'd felt during her dream. „shh, come here.", he whispered calmly, wrapping one arm around her and carefully pulling her closer to him and the window. „Look there! How beautiful it is when the sky is illuminated in purple light. Don't you think?" Sinclair tilted his head closer to her and pointed outside as a big lightning stroke.

(y/n) chuckled lightly and nodded, wiping some tears away that formed in the corners of her eyes. „Sinclair..", she started „I have to tell you this... I wanted to tell you the whole time but, it was just too hard to get myself over the fear...the fear of loosing you. But I- think you deserve to know the truth. More than anybody else..."

Sinclair turned around at her sudden words, his face now directly in front of her's. „I think I'm ready to hear..whatever it is.", he smiled, trying to not put pressure on her despite his interest.

„Natalie...", (y/n) took a deep breath before she continued „she...has an affair with Richard.", she blurted out, her eyes closed and brows furrowed „I-I'm so sorry Sinclair."

Sinclair froze, his eyes lookin straight at (y/n). A shiver ran down his spin as a minute of silence fell over the two of them what felt as if it was an eternity.
„She's...cheating on me...with her brother?", Sinclair eventually said, his voice sounded fragile and weak. „How...how do you know?", he asked in hope.

„Sinclair, I saw them making out, twice, and ...look, they're alone in a hotel room. I know you don't want this to be true but I think we both know what they are up to...Sinclair, you have to trust me...I'm not lying..."

„N-no...It's fine...I don't think you are lying to me...not you." he assured her. Slowly, tears started to emerge in the corners of his eyes, one tear rolling down his cheek and leaving a trace. He had sensed that something was off but...His wife is cheating on him...with her brother...Sinclair repeated that sentence on and on in his head, trying to find a possible explanation.

But there wasn't any explanation. It simply broke his heart into many pieces.

„..But why...How...I-.", he stopped, because (y/n) was taking him into her arms, one hand stroking his soft hair whilst the other stroked his back up and down. She felt how the fabric on her shoulder got tear stained yet she didn't know how to help him, make him feel better and try to be there for him.
Sinclair's breathing got a bit uneven and he tried to hold his tears back. He held her close and snuggled his face into the crook of her neck.
„Shh, just let it out, Sinclair...I'm here.", she whispered softly, standing still and whispering sweet nothings into his ear.