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silence loomed over the small kitchen as harry and i finished our daily doses of coffee. after drinking the last of mine i grabbed our mugs and put them in the sink to be washed later.
i sat back down across from him and frowned when i realized his coffee had left a stain on the table. i looked up and my y/e/c eyes met his green ones but no words were exchanged.
it had been like this for a month now, the silence. we weren't always this distant towards each other, we used to be happy and there was a mutual trust between us, but things changed. they changed after i discovered his secret lover.
i never confronted him about her but i'm sure he knows i'm aware. i'm sure of this because now he doesn't even put any effort into hiding it anymore.
he comes to my apartment with scratches down his back, scratches i never gave him. with red marks along his neck, marks that weren't mine. for a while he even insisted that perfume he always smelled like was mine, a perfume i didn't even own.
he rose and disappeared through the doorway of what was once our bedroom. a room where many firsts occurred, first time making love, first fight. he returned with his jacket on and his phone in hand. his hair was pulled back in a bun and sunglasses lay atop his head.
he walked over to me and placed a kiss on my head "i'll be back later," he promised.
not looking at him, i replied "don't bother."
with confusion evident on his face i sighed and told him "i know you're going to go see her right now, stay with her. she clearly has something i can't give you."
he frowned but didn't say a word. he simply took the keys to my apartment out of his back pocket and placed them on the counter as he went towards the door.
just before he left he turned back to me, "i'm sorry" he said. i didn't respond and instead gave him silence. he sighed and slowly walked out the door, shutting it behind him for the last time.
much to my eventual joy, he never returned. and i was never able to remove that damn coffee stain
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