Truth

-Betrayal Within-

"Did he plan anything special for your anniversary?" Sara's voice echoed through the phone, filled with curiosity.

"Yesterday, he dropped a hint for me to be ready by eight. I have no clue about his surprise. Can you believe it's been three whole years? I was just a nineteen-year-old back then!" Jane's voice held a mix of nostalgia and excitement.

"Jane, I need to tell you something," Sara attempted to interject, but Jane was lost in her reminiscences.

"He has evolved so much over these years," Jane mused, lost in the memories of their journey.

"Jane, listen!" Sara's voice raised in urgency.

"What?" Jane responded, slightly irritated by the interruption.

"It's already seven, and if you aim to be ready by eight, you better get a move on, girl."

"Oh, shit!" Jane exclaimed, abruptly ending the call as she dashed off to decide on her outfit for the evening.

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As she readies herself, a vision of elegance unfolds. Her emerald gaze sparkles like precious gems, reflecting the anticipation of the night ahead. Each curl of her ebony locks dances freely, framing her face in a cascade of dark beauty. The soft, subtle scent of her perfume lingers in the air, adding to the allure of her presence. With every delicate movement, she exudes grace and charm, a picture of timeless sophistication. The mirror reflects her image, a portrait of confidence and allure. In this moment, she is a masterpiece in the making, a symphony of green-eyed enchantment and black-haired mystique.

She glanced at the clock, the hands pointing to a quarter to eight, eagerly anticipating Matheo's call. However, her anticipation was interrupted by the buzz of a message notification from an unfamiliar sender.

As she unlocked the message, a deep frown etched across her face, her grip on the phone loosened, causing it to slip from her trembling hands. A gasp escaped her lips as she read the message, her eyes widening in disbelief. Overwhelmed with emotion, she crumpled in anguish, her hand instinctively reaching to cover her quivering mouth. Tears welled up, tracing a path down her cheeks, each drop a silent testament to the storm of emotions raging within her.

She bawled her heart out, tears cascading down her cheeks like a never-ending waterfall as she gazed once more at her phone. Matheo and Chloe! Chloe, her supposed best friend, entwined with her boyfriend, their lips meeting in a betrayal that shattered her world. The sight seared through her like a white-hot blade, piercing her soul with a pain so profound it threatened to consume her. Overwhelmed by a tumult of emotions, she slammed her phone shut, the weight of the betrayal too heavy to bear. With a mix of anguish and rage, she flung the device away, the physical act mirroring the emotional turmoil raging within her.

She shut tight every window, sealing herself off from the outside world, a world tainted by the presence of a deceitful cheater. She locked the door of her room, fortifying her sanctuary against any intrusion. Collapsing onto her bed, a flood of anguish poured from her eyes, a torrent of sorrow that seemed unending. As the night enveloped her, she grappled with her shattered emotions, seeking solace in the darkness, until finally, exhaustion claimed her, offering a temporary reprieve from the harsh realities that plagued her existence. It was the only remedy to her, escaping this cruel world.

She held onto the fragile hope that he would transform, that somehow he had already undergone a metamorphosis. She clung to the belief that she, with her influence, had the power to reshape him. Yet, as the harsh truth unraveled before her, she grasped the immutable reality that individuals are steadfast in their nature. The realization dawned upon her with a profound clarity – a player remains a player, ensnared in the patterns of their character, unyielding to the whims of change.

Yes, she cried a lot, yet, some times, even tears are not enough to describe pain.

She fell hard, and how could she get up when the one she fell for was in somebody's else's arms. This time, maybe she was made for love, but surely love wasn't made for her.

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Dry tears were all that greeted her in the morning light as she stirred awake. Pushing herself up from the bed, she made her way to the closet. There, she hesitated, her gaze lingering on the collection of clothes before her. After a moment of contemplation, she began the task of gathering her possessions, one by one, each piece holding a story of its own. With each item carefully chosen and placed in the open suitcase, she embarked on a journey, symbolized by the quiet rustle of fabric and the weight of memories being packed away.

"I don't know what I'm doing. I might be losing my mind. But my love for you surpasses my ability to face you and walk away on my own. I'll entrust time to unravel it all for me."

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Word count: 840 words.

Author's note:

Okay so I would like all of you to read this please.

YOU DON'T KNOW HOW MUCH IT TOOK ME TO WRITE THIS!😭

I tried as much as possible to express emotions and I don't know if I succeeded but yeaa.

So I had a hiatus before this chapter so this is the first chapter I wrote after my hiatus, and I hope you liked it.

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