It Will Rain - Bruno Mars
It had been a week since the party.
A week since I heard my boyfriend having sex with another girl.
A week since I hide under an unknown bed and listened to her moan his name while he shamelessly pounded into her like nothing was happening.
The worst part was that he didn't even have the decency to tell me about it. He'd tried many times to talk to me through WhatsApp or BBM but I never kept the conversation going. I replied to his essay type messages with one word messages and then I'd end up just leaving mid conversation. I really didn't have time for his nonsense and I was in no mood to deal with it. All throughout the week and Lord knows I had felt the same thing that entire week: betrayal.
I had to breakup with him.
I can usually overlook anything someone does, I'm quite a forgiving person, but cheating wasn't one of the things that I took lightly.
If he had just kissed her or flirted with her it wouldn't have been that bad, but he went all the way. And it was no accident. You can't trip and fall into someone's vagina several times. I didn't care for what he had to say. He was a cheater and yes I would forgive him because I didn't want to deal with that burden but I wasn't going to be with him. And I knew the perfect time to do it.
We'd been together far too long for this to be done over the phone, so I asked him to meet me at a McDonalds near the bus station by my school.
We never went to McDonalds, so he was probably on my case already, but I didn't care. Should the need arise; I'd be able to make a quick get away from the McDonalds. I refused to meet at any of our houses; we had to meet at a half way point.
I got to the fast food chain an hour before him and I just sat there planning my murder. But I could think of nothing. I'm not a sadist and I didn't want to hurt him, my leaving him would be enough pain on him already, I didn't want to put him in a mental asylum. I'd never be able to deal with the guilt.
He walked in unsuspecting.
I felt like a predator watching him, planning everything that was about to happen. I felt like he was my Sim and I was the one controlling the cursor.
The sight of him made me want to abort the mission.
I didn't want to hurt him. We make each other so happy. I've really found myself caring about him after what he'd done to me. I almost wished that I didn't know what had happened, and then this would have just been a regular date.
But, I also wished that he'd told me about her, if he had told me, everything would have changed, maybe I wouldn't have been breaking up with him.
We could have worked this out. But the thing is that he lied. If he could lie about this, what else could he lie about and this wasn't a little white lie either. This was something pretty serious. It messed with our relationship and potentially his health. My health had I not known about it.
I just couldn't take the risk, I wanted to live a long and healthy life and his lies posed a threat to that.
He sat down all smiles, but he had no idea and I felt sorry for him. I couldn't even hide my irritation and sadness from him. He sensed it almost instantly, but I refused to reveal how I felt.
"Hey, don't look so down, it's a beautiful day." He said in an upbeat tone. It's almost like he didn't care about what he'd just done.
"Okay." I muttered.
I didn't really feel like speaking to him. I just wanted to dramatically break up with them and then leave before he had the chance to how any emotion. Dramatically like how they would in the movies. Suddenly I wanted to go out with a bang and totally disregard his feelings, after all he didn't seem the least but guilty.
