𝐏𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐃 || 𝟏𝟖+

𝐈𝐈𝐈

Aria

I woke up late of course I did. I put on my cozy beige sweatshirt and my grey baggy sweatpants. I let my hair down and put on my white scarf. I ran to the kitchen where I stopped. There he was. My boyfriend of 5 years turned around with two coffee cups in his hands. I raised an eyebrow and smiled.

"Good morning Ma belle petite amie" I gave a small giggle he was speaking French. I grew up in France when I was young. I left France and moved to Russia where my mother got a job as a whore. I was only seven. I walked closer to Matthew and took one of the coffee cups and drank out of it.

"Merci mon amour" I gave him a peck on the cheek, and he smiled his smile was genuine I appreciated all the support he had given me all the time we'd been together. It's hard to think how I was just sitting down on the curb of Times Square and you suddenly came into my life.

"How's my French? Pretty nice right? I've been practicing" I nodded and smiled I was happy with my life. Right? Yeah. I am. Why did I question it then? Matthew waved his hand in front of my face and I looked up at him

"You okay? You've been quiet" I just stared and looked at the clock. I was going to miss the train. I set down the mug picked up my tote bag and grabbed my keys. Matthew just stared and smiled he waved goodbye and watched me head out.

"I'll be back later, love you!" I ran out the door and headed to the elevator. Why was I acting weird? I headed inside the elevator and pressed the button. It took a while but once those doors opened I ran. I couldn't miss the last train to my stop.

I felt like I was running a marathon and I was winning. I closed my mouth and ran. My arms sort of swinging around my hair all over the place with all the cold breeze. It was the middle of winter. I went down the stairs of the subway luckily I had my card. I heard the beep and walked I looked for my train and made it in.

I was panting. So loudly too that everyone was looking at me. I guess I won. I looked for a seat and sat down with not many people which was a surprise normally it would be packed and no space to even stand. I tilted my head back and closed my eyes. Why was today such a weird day? I felt a vibration inside my bag and opened my eyes.

I took out my phone from my bag and it was a message from Matthew. I smiled and opened it I read it.

"Coming home Late, going out to a bar with friends :)" I read the message and wondered why a bar. You hated drinking. You don't like beer. You don't like anything about drinking. and it was a Wednesday why a weekday? What the hell?

"Okay stay safe love you" I sent it and waited for him to see it but he didn't I refreshed the app to see if he read or even liked the message but nothing. I turned off my phone and put it in my bag. Whatever. I can't be controlling besides I trust him. He's loyal.

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It had been a few hours and I was at the art exhibition where my art was going to be displayed. I worked hard on it. I never stopped loving art. I got called in today to make sure I reviewed the documents to sign so they could display them. I wrote my signature and smiled.

"Congrats, come by Friday afternoon that's when we'll have a show time so everyone can see people's artwork." I looked up and nodded. I wanted to scream and jump! My art was being displayed!!

I left the building and decided to go to a breakfast place it was a cute one as well I ordered a matcha and some cookies. I hadn't eaten yet and I was starving. I thanked her and walked out drinking the matcha it wasn't bad considering it was pretty cheap as well. I windowed shopped and that's when it hit me.

It's December fourteen. The day I left and escaped. When I ran in that cold weather with no shoes on no jacket. How could I forget this day? Fuck I wish I didn't remember it. Why. Home. Let's go home.

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I made it home threw away the empty cup of matcha in the trash and saw the cookies on the counter. It was quiet. I should've known he wasn't here but it's lonely now. Just like before. That big house is so big but so quiet. unless you went into those sex rooms that were soundproof then you'd hear so much more.

I let my bag slip down my arm and let it drop to the floor. I walked to the bedroom and took off my scarf. I wasn't meant to see that, that day. It wasn't my intention to spy but.. I didn't expect to see what had happened that day. The look on your face made me feel fear. I knew you had your reasons but...

No no, let's forget about it. It's all in the past. I stood up but when I did I heard a knock at the door. Was it Matthew? I walked to the front door and unlocked it a man with a bouquet.

"Aria Parker?" He said he looked at me and smiled the Boquete was full of Lycoris Sprengeri flowers. Matthew never gave me these types of flowers. He always gave me tulips so why these? I took the bouquet and thanked him.

I quickly took a vase filled it with lukewarm water and set the Boquete in there, there was a note. I picked it up and read it. But I regretted doing that. I slammed the card on the counter and my breath was out of control. How? How did he find me?

"Моя жена, я думал, что это будет идеально, голубые лилии-пауки будут слишком токсичными для тебя, наслаждайся ими, моя жена - V"

Translation: "My wife, I thought it would be perfect, blue spider lilies would be too toxic for you, enjoy them, my wife - V"

I looked at the flowers. Please tell me I'm crazy. I want to be crazy right in this moment. I can't help but think of you. Even though you gave me the world. I had thought I wasn't enough for you. I thought I would ruin you. I made the excuse to...

No. Stop. Fuck! It's okay calm down. Where is Matthew? It's already midnight. He should be here by now, I'll call him to make sure. I went into the bedroom and picked up my phone, my hands were shaking I pressed his contact and dialed his number.

"Answer..please answer." The phone was ringing so he should answer. I heard the click but I was too shocked to answer when I heard that voice. That voice that I had no idea who it was.

"Hello? Who's this?" A woman. A soft voice was heard and my tears began to stream down my face I covered my mouth. I trusted you. I thought... I thought you would be the one.

I hung up and threw my phone across the wall. It shattered and all I could think about was that voice. Her voice sounded out of breath which could mean they had sex. Fuck Matthew. Was it because I was absent? That we didn't spend so much time together? Or was it because we didn't fuck so many times? What was it?

"I hate you.."

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Her POV this time should I do Matthew's POV? I'm not sure but I hope you enjoyed!!

- Melanie 🍚