Battle

Battle #1 - Ego

I placed my phone on the wooden table in front of us, intentionally leaving it unlocked despite my low battery. Everything around us felt so surreal as the picture of her and some guy at a party kissing laid brutally right before our eyes.

She still looked uncomfortable with our location but before she said anything she knew we both had no choice but to ignore everyone in the café. To settle this in front of our houses would be a big no anyway.

"So...," I started.

She raised her head and gave me her infamous pleading look with glistening eyes, her plump lips reddened as her nervousness grew. She'd always fail at that, she never seemed to be able to hide her expressions. Well that, or it was just me who knew a little bit too much about her.

She wetted her lips with her tongue, not noticing I noticed. If it wasn't now, if we weren't so intense, I would be dying to kiss those soft and often cracked lips. But I couldn't, - more like I didn't feel like it – because this time she fucked up, she fucked up big time.

"Did you sleep with him?" I managed to ask, gathering all the energy I had left in me after all the anger I felt when I first saw the picture.

She shifted a little in her seat, probably surprised at my direct question only because she had no idea I'd filtered the question before it reached my mouth. The original would sound meaner but I didn't have the courage to throw a savage question in the face of the first woman I'd ever loved.

"You know it was a mistake. You know I wouldn't have kissed him if I wasn't so drunk," she tried to explain.

I took a deep breath and closed my eyes for a good 5 seconds. I had to battle with sanity to let her excuse sink in my system but it sounded too cliché no matter how hard I tried. It wasn't the reply I was hoping to hear, it was just another confirmation of the misery.

You were so drunk you forgot you had a boyfriend? You were too drunk to think straight? Cliché bullshit.

"Did you sleep with him?" I repeated loud and clear.

Her body moved slightly to the back this time, showing unintentional reflex action towards my loud voice as the chair she was sitting on almost fell over. My voice wasn't intentional either, I didn't plan to raise my voice at this point yet.

"No," she answered short as her eyes lingered around the café, checking out just in case people heard us.

I nodded my head a little, unsure of the purpose of my own movement. Was I agreeing to her reply? If so, what was my point? Or was I simply showing acknowledgment?

"So you kissed him –," "He kissed me," she cut me half-sentence, emphasizing the word 'he'.

I shook my head in ignorance. "Either way. He kissed you, and YOU replied to his kiss. You guys fucking kissed and you're my woman. God, I love you Cassie, so much. What do you expect me to do now?" I mumbled weakly as I cupped my face in my palms, almost feeling like giving up.

She was crying at this point. I looked away as tears rolled down her cheeks. She knew what was coming, she knew I was so disappointed to the point of letting her go.

"I would never do that to you," I whispered.

"I know, I'm so sorry. Please give me another chance. Do you wanna throw everything? Our memories, our 3 years?" she cried.

I looked at her, examining her face and stopped at her lips. I felt disgusted. I hated the fact that another lips landed on hers – lips that weren't mine. She was mine, no one else should've touched her.