CIXOT EVOL

▶️THE MOMENT.

Penn,a 25-year-old Caribbean and Indian mixed heritage she attends the university of central England in Birmingham. In her final year, exuded a perpetual warmth with a captivating smile that adorned her face. Her caramel skin glowed,complementing her short curly hair that delicately touch her shoulders. Known for her cheering personality, Penn was on the path to becoming a psychiatrist.Little did she know that the searing pain of betrayal was about to shatter the facade of her seemingly perfect life.

Fuelled by the searing pain of betrayal, sprinted away from the heart-wrenching scene, the echo of her own footsteps mingling with the haunting images in her mind. A life-altering moment awaited her, promising a toxic blend of pleasure and pain in her final year of university.Her escape from the agony of discovering her boyfriend's infidelity was like a desperate flight from reality. Despite warnings from friends, she had been ensnared in denial until undeniable truth unfolded before her, covering her mouth in silent disbelief. Tears welled in her eyes as she stood on the other side of the door, an unwilling spectator to the intimacy unfolding within.

The betrayer, her once-boyfriend, wore a sinister smile as he engaged with a captivating girl who has short black hair, slim features, and a reputation for luring unsuspecting hearts. They shared a class, yet never exchanged words.She, a seductress skilled in the art of ensnaring admirers, seemed blissfully unaware of the pain she caused.Penn, engulfed in shock, fled down the hallway into the pouring rain, her sobs merging with the rhythmic patter of droplets. In her distraught state, questions plagued her mind:

- "Am I not good enough?"

- "Was I blinded by love?"

- "Was I that naive?"

- "Is this what happiness feels like?"

The rain relentlessly lashed at her, her soaked hair slapping against her face as she grappled with these tormenting thoughts. With swollen, puffy eyes, Penn summoned the strength to pick herself up and make her way home, leaving the storm both inside and outside her heart to settle. After the storm of emotions unleashed in that rain-soaked corridor, Penn sought comfort in the familiarity of her home. The air inside was heavy with the weight of betrayal as she entered, leaving behind the storm that had shattered the illusions of love. Determined to wash away the stains of the night, Penn took a shower, the warm water providing a brief respite from the cold reality she had just witnessed.

She emerged, clad in her nightwear, her type 3 wet curly hair clinging to her face like a veil of sorrow. The room was dimly lit, the only source of illumination emanating from the glow of her phone. With a hesitant glance, she stared at the device, silently hoping for a call that could mend the shattered fragments of her heart. Anger and despair churned within her as she mustered the courage to message Larry. The words flowed like the bitter aftertaste of a poisoned love. Larry, upon seeing the message, rushed to her side, desperate to mitigate the damage caused by his betrayal.

The room became a battleground for emotions as Penn confronted him with the haunting images engraved in her mind. Penn argue with Larry about what she saw in the hall, Larry replied I have no choice. "You had no choice?" Penn's voice wavered, the words dripping with accusation. You know you had a girlfriend, Larry, momentarily taken aback, scoffed with an unpleasant smile, uttering the callous word, "Had. Yes, I had a girlfriend." He reached for her hands, attempting to convince her that there was more to the story.

The air thickened with tension as Larry spun a tale of an unexpected encounter in the music room, an image that Penn struggled to digest. The argument crescendo Penn's voice rising as she demanded to know how long this clandestine relationship had been going on. Larry, burdened by guilt, couldn't bring himself to answer, a telling silence that spoke volumes. He knew, and his silence resonated with the painful truth.

Penn, her eyes now streaming with tears, cut through the chaos with a declaration. "We should no longer see each other." Her words hung in the air, heavy with finality. Larry, faced with the irreversible consequences of his actions, stood silent, the weight of remorse etched on his face. The room, once a sanctuary of love, now bore witness to the demise of a relationship drowned in betrayal. In the aftermath of the emotional upheaval, Penn found herself alone in the quiet confines of her studio flat, a space that once resonated with love but now echoed with the hollow reverberations of heartbreak. Sobbing, she sought comfort in the glow of her phone, the screen a portal to a time when their love was still untarnished.

Her trembling fingers scrolled through the digital gallery; a repository of memories carve in pixels. Each image, once a proof to their shared happiness, now served as a cruel reminder of the betrayal that had unfolded. The collage she had lovingly crafted during their relationship lingered on her phone, a visual tale of their journey. But now, it was a bittersweet memento, evidence to a love that had disintegrated.

Hesitation plagued at her as she considered the delete button. The memories, once cherished, now morphed into a source of searing pain. Deleting them felt like erasing a part of her history but clinging to them seemed like willingly embracing a tormenting ghost of the past. She took a deep breath, her phone trembling in her grasp. The delete button became a symbol of closure, a necessary step towards healing. Penn's heart pounded as she finally pressed it, and with that, the digital fragments of their shared moments vanished from the screen.

In an instant, the tangible remnants of their love were erased, leaving behind only the intangible imprints engraved in her mind. Yet, the act of deletion was not without its own struggles. Memories, resilient and tenacious, lingered in her thoughts, refusing to be obliterated by a mere touch of a button. It was a task fraught with emotional weight, a symbolic severance that mirrored the painful reality of their broken relationship.

As the digital remnants dissipated, Penn faced another daunting task. The house, once a haven for their shared life, now bore the traces of a love lost. She gathered Larry's belongings, each item a relic of a time when their worlds were intertwined. The weight of this final act settled on her shoulders as she composed a message, a terse summons for Larry to collect his belongings.

Her home, now stripped of its shared history, stood as a silent witness to the aftermath of a love that had crumbled. Penn, surrounded by the echoes of deleted memories, embarked on the arduous journey of healing, one step at a time.Penn call Larry to collect his belongings The digital abyss echoed with Larry's cold response, a simple directive that sent shockwaves through Penn's already shattered heart. "Burn them he ferociously,replied, a phrase that felt like a betrayal in itself. Crushed by his words, Penn found herself clinging to the remnants of their love, cuddling his shirt as if seeking comfort in its familiar scent. But his indifference cut deeper, and in his voice, he didn't care.