Drunk

It was late night. Hebe was on her way to sleep when her phone vibrated.

6 messages from Atlas
Hebebe
I mias yoi
Cimr ober
pleasw
Hebr
Hebw

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She tried her best to ignore him. She repeatedly told herself that Atlas was just drunk that's why he texted her. She tried telling herself that she's precious. That she do not deserve to be a girl who settles for a guy who just needs her when he's drunk.

But her soft spot for Atlas ache. She really misses him. Of course, she loved him so much. How can that love fade easily?

She dressed herself up and immediately come over to his condo. She arrived after 20 minutes since it's not that far from where she stays.

She walk through the familiar hallway until she arrived in front of his door. It was open. She thought he's waiting for her.

But she saw the clothes that is shattered to the floor of the room. The undergarments. His and a girl's.

She started to hear the moans that pierced directly to her heart. She's trying to stop herself from crying. She blames herself for not listening to her mind earlier.

She didn't mind creating the noises of her loud footsteps going away from the room. She just wants to go home.

She slammed herself to the soft bed and used her pillow to not create noises while sobbing. She was in a deep pain.

I should've listen. She told herself. She wanted to throw everything away. If she could just throw herself, she would've absolutely done it first. She eventually fell asleep after getting tired of crying.

She felt the pain from crying a lot to her head. She wiped her tears hard as if it could wipe what she saw and what she heard last night. She saw her puffy eyes as she opened her phone.

I look dumb. She said to herself while looking her reflection through the phone screen till it lighten up.

1 message from Atlas
Sorry, I was just drunk last night when I sent that.

That jerk.