"YOU NEED TO TELL HER! Tell your wife you don't love her anymore. Please, don't hurt her anymore."
"What the hell do you mean with anymore!?"
"When you continue being with her, acting like nothing, hearing her say she loves you and knowing you can't say it back, you are fucking hurting her!" Tears runs down his cheeks. I stare at him. I have never seen him like this. Broken.
"I will ask you one last time." I say between clenching teeth that hurt from being bitten together in hours now. "Why. Does. It. Affect. You?" And the worse that could happen, happen. The worse isn't him ignoring my question, it is looking at me with so much grief and disappointment and like I SHOULD know. Like he looks at me right now. "What?! What should I know!?" He throws my arms out, frustrated of not understanding a fucking thing here. "I broke up with my wife." My mouth falls open. "Why.....?" It doesn't make sense. Kent loves his wife. Or at least loved her. "What happened?" "She is a student, isn't she? At Haga. New, first year?" I bite together. I can't really be surprised, it's the newest thing that has happened recently. "How does that have anything with your wife to do?" He sighs, falling down to a chair. "Because I did the same as you." My whole body shuts down. I stop thinking, I stop breathing. "You...."
"Yeah. I divorced my wife because I falled for a student, just like you. The only difference was that I denied it in months. So, I only told her too late. I divorced her too late." I look away, down at my hands as I think about what he just said. What it could mean. "You slept with her." Realization and shock fill me, and I stare with disbelief at my broken friend. "I pushed her away. Which apparently only made her do more, and I lost it. I kissed her and.....slept with her."
I sit down too, in front of him, as I watch his face turn from devastation to anger to sadness back to devastation. "So the same day I said I wouldn't come home and that I wanted to divorce. No explanation." He sighs again, sounding defeated as he lives the moment all over again. "This was 1.5 months ago."
Two months. The new students had only been here in three....
"What did she do?" Because something, something really good it must have been to make him cheat on his wife. "Mind playing." He whispered, but I heard every word. Mind playing. "You need to be more specific than that." It could be anything. "After a few weeks of watching me, she just stopped. Looked away, like disgusted when she saw me. Then she started to flirt with a boy. He was in one of my classes, so she was there; before and after the lectures started, flirting with him." Flirting with a boy? Does seem so horrible to me. I raised a brow. There must be something he isn't telling me. That can't be all. "Do you know how it feels to be the only one, at least one of the few she actually seems to care about? One of the few she doesn't looks bored with its existence. To actually love that I am here?" I don't. I don't know, because my girl, she looks away, curse herself and act like she did not just look me out. Kent's girl is more confident. Probably obsessed too, but she is confident. And I wish my girl was too. Just a little. "And then she stops." Kent continues. "She looks at you like with everyone else and you're nobody. She doesn't care, she doesn't try to hide her wide smile when sees you in the corridor. You doesn't exist. Not anymore. Not for her." I haven't felt it. But the way he describes it, it must have hurt like hell. "So after you broke up with your wife, the girl you did it for act like you doesn't exist." I resume. "Yeah." Kent says, his voice cracking. "You talked to her?" Kent looks up. "To who?" I see the panic in his eyes and smile. He is scared of his wife. "The girl. But does your Sandra know? About the girl?" He breath out, relieved. "Not really. But it was close. She came to school one morning and almost saw her. Saw me see her." He goes back to look devastated, memories, very bad memories haunting him. "And no, I haven't talked to Evelyn. I couldn't. I mean...."
