Roses and Skulls

Confessions of a Serial Womanizer

The day finally came. Offender had finally mustered up the courage to tell Reaper everything. He prepared everything while she was out having lunch with friends. He cleaned the living room, refueled the fireplace, and made tea and coffee. He was nervous as Hell. But he had to tell her. And she deserved to know what kind of a man he had been before their relationship grew deeper. So, Offender waited and waited. He paced back and forth in the living room while waiting for Reaper's return. He was still a mess. He still had a lot to sort out. But he was ready.

Another hour passed before Reaper walked in the door. It was the longest hour of his life. Offender immediately sat up straight when he heard the door open and her following footsteps. Reaper stopped and stared when she saw him. The look on his face was a mix of worry, guilt, and remorse. The tea and coffee on the table told her that he needed to talk. She sat next to him and sipped her coffee. She patiently waited until he was ready. Whatever was on his mind, she could tell it was weighing him down. Offender drank his tea in one steaming gulp, coughed, and wiped his mouth. Then he took a deep breath and began talking.

Reaper listened in dead silence. One part of her was livid. She knew he had a long history with women. But she didn't know it had been this bad. Another part of her was glad he had come clean and told her. But she also could've gone on without knowing a single thing. It was hard to say which was better. Nevertheless, she sat quietly and drank another cup of coffee. Offender waited for her verdict. The lack of an immediate response was agonizing. But she finally spoke. As expected, she was angry. The only comfort was that she knew he had been trying to change for her. It was the only thing keeping the tension down. But she understood. Reaper took a few minutes to sort herself out. Of course, she wasn't going to leave him over this. But some time to cool down was definitely needed.