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Somethin' Tells Me

Three o'clock in the morning.

That's how long Sevyn stayed up waiting for Luke to drag himself back to their home. 3:30 is when she got tired of waiting and snatched up her phone charger & her phone and high-tailed it to their guest bedroom.

She didn't want to feel the dip of their bed or his warmth as he laid next to her. That would make it too easy to forget his transgressions, and she couldn't risk even a moment of that.
A lone teardrop slid across her nose before sleep consumed her.

Six minutes after five was the time that keys jingled in the lock and a hungover Luke came through the door. He unceremoniously dropped his belongings in the living room and trudged upstairs. After stripping down to almost nothing, he jumped into bed.

His arms reached to feel the comforting silkiness of his girlfriend's supple skin and was greeted with the coldness of their sheets. That sobered him up.

Confusedly, he looked over to her side of the bed and found it empty. He knows he saw her car, and there was no sign of her downstairs. Worry crept into his drunken state as he got up and proceeded to look for her.

His search was cut short once he was met with the locked door of their guest room. He jiggled the handle to no avail. There was no mistaking she was in there. He toyed around with the idea of confronting her that very moment, seeing as it was nothing but a strong shoulder to dislodge the lock. His conscience kicked in which made him quickly realize he'd be doing much more harm than good.

A deep sigh left his lips as he slid down the locked door in defeat.

When Sevyn woke up later that morning, she crept into their bedroom hoping he was deeply asleep and wouldn't have to deal with her so-called boyfriend of seven years.

Of course she couldn't be so lucky today. There he sat at the edge of the bed hunched over in thought. He was alerted of her presence and turned to face her.

"Sevyn...," he started.

She couldn't bear to hear a single word that would come from his treacherous mouth. She shook her head and swiftly made her way to the adjoining bathroom before he could reach her, locking the door behind her.

Plopping her hair atop her head, she entered the steaming shower in hopes it would ease her mind. Her mind drifted to when it was just the two of them wrapped up in their own love bubble. Just Luke & his Sev, before he became Luke James, the R&B sensation everybody adored.

She would be lying if she said she wasn't immensely proud of the success he's achieved after the numerous closed doors and late nights in the studio cutting demos for much bigger artists. He wanted it for so long, for the world to hear his song. In realizing his dreams, her greatest nightmare came to fruition.

The screams of adoring fans around the world left her own voice drowned out, yet there was no space between them when they laid together at night.

She was broken from her reverie by the constant drumming against the door accompanied by Luke's pleads to come out and talk to him. The water had long gone cold; the tips of her fingers wrinkled.

His pleas continued to be ignored as she exited the bathroom with her still damp body barely covered by short towel. He's been with her for years now, but his breath never fails to catch in his throat at the sight of her glorious form.

She rummaged through her drawers for something to throw on ignoring Luke's presence. His begging was starting to work her nerves, so to shut him up for at least a few seconds she dropped her towel leaving her bare.

She slipped into a figure hugging, cranberry red slip dress foregoing any undergarments.

He snapped out of his daze enough to gently grab her elbow, and turn her body to face him. "Baby, say something," he demanded desperately.

"What time did you come home last night?"

"What?"

"What time did you come home last night?," she asked slowly as if she were speaking to a child.

He bit his lip with a lack of response because he knew he was wrong.

"Exactly." She snatched her arm from his grip and stalked off.

"Baby, where you going??"

"Out," she said simply.

"You coming back....right?," he asked, afraid of her answer.

"At this point, I don't know." She grabbed her keys, thankful she'd already packed an overnight bag and placed it in the trunk of her car around 1 AM.

"Sevyn, don't give up on me like this. Let me make this right," he pleaded with her, grabbing her soft hands in his.

"How?? More of your unkept promises to do the right fucking thing by me? By this relationship? And you will. For about three months until you go platinum or you get another movie role or get invited to whoever the fuck's listening party and we're back at square one. Like we are now. I'm not doing this with you anymore. I'm tired. Tired of having to guess where I stand with you. Tired of feeling alone in a whole relationship! I'm not perfect, but I don't deserve that. Nobody does."

The guilt that seeped into his spirit was bone crushing and made his body feel physically heavy. So much so, he couldn't even open his mouth to try and placate her with half truths and promises to prove her predictions wrong.

She looks off shaking her head to fight off the tears threatening to fall from her brown eyes.

"Goodbye, Luke."

His vision began to blur as he watched the human manifestation of his heart walk out of his life.

TBC🤔??