Two days before Julia's tour with Tom. Marie is on her way to her boyfriend,Steven's apartment. They've been together for 2 years. Recently, they've fallen out of place. They haven't been going out on dates,talked or kissed for about a month. Marie had thought that she'd done something wrong and that he was giving her the silent treatment so she was now going to his place to ask for forgiveness for whatever she'd possibly done.
She had dressed up nicely. Wearing a beautiful yellow sundress with ballet flats. She had a single red rose in her hands. Marie was now standing outside of his door. She took a deep breath and raised her right hand to knock but stopped when she saw a pair of black stilettos on the bottom shelve of his shoe rack. She thought about it for a while. I have never owned stilettos before in my entire life. Thought Marie.
Maybe it's for me and he's gonna give it to me later. She thought again happily,trying to make sense of it. She shook her head and checked herself in her compact mirror. After that,she braced herself and knocked. And knocked. And knocked. And knocked. When it came to the fifth knock,she gave up and decided to open it herself. She twisted the handle and scavenged the area. It was a bit messy compared to the last time she was here. She swallowed hard,looking around for Steven.
She walked around,careful not to touch anything. She decided to go to his bedroom. He's always in there. She thought. She remembered to knock before barging in and so that was what she did.
And in that very moment,Marie wished that she could have her eyes surgically removed.
Steven was on top of some girl. Doing shit with her. Marie screamed in horror,causing the two 'love birds' to stop their love fest. She didn't even wait to hear what he was gonna say. There couldn't possibly be a rational explanation for what he was doing. She quickly walked out of there,tears beginning to form around the rim of her eyes. Those stilettos weren't for her. They were hers. He basically ignored her existence for a month for that slut. She could hear Steven calling out her name. But she chose to keep going.
When she was halfway down the stairs,he grabbed her shoulder roughly and turned her around. She wanted to slap him so hard but forced herself to remain calm even when she's boiling with fury inside.
"I can explain," he pleaded.
"How cliché." She said monotonously and was about to turn back but was forced back by him.
"Please,just trust me on this one,babe." Steven took her hands but she pried them away with such force.
Never in her life has she ever been this furious. She stared at him hard,with no mercy.
"No," she stated. "It's been a month,Steven. One shitty month of you not talking to me,not texting me or calling me. What the hell was that?"
"I was–"
"No!" She exclaimed. "I'm still talking. I honestly thought that I did something wrong. And that you were mad at me. Looks like the tables are turned."
She looked at him one last time. He was out of words to say. He looked terrified. He scratched the back of his neck awkwardly. Before she knew it,a tear came trickling down her cheek.
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