#ProudLife

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~SCOTT'S P.O.V~

~the night of the breakup~

It was a dark and misty night. Winter had begun to spin its icy cold web all across Applepond as I sat on my bed and texted Victor.

I hadn't seen him for days. I couldn't help but think longingly of his arms when they took me in them and made me forget everything and feel...just bliss.

I wanted my heaven back. The way his body curled around mine when we slept over at his place. The feeling of pure bliss when he planted at first soft kisses and then hickeys on my neck, trailing down my back. The feeling of losing control to him, surrendering myself over to his beautiful charms, letting him manipulate my senses. Pain was nothing compared to the the excitement of the moment....

My phone beeped right then.

'11, Drave's? We can have all of it, if you know what I mean.
-Vic ;)

A chill ran up my spine, one of pure excitement. I hurriedly dressed up in a dark blue shirt and black jeans. I styled my hair so that it fell across my forehead, just like Victor liked it. Giggling internally the whole time, I finally booked a cab and went outside at 10.30.

The cold night air blew across my face as I stepped out of the cab and putting my hands in my pockets, walked inside the club.

It wasn't very crowded, since it was quite an expensive place, which I had  first noticed when I had seen Vic write quite a large amount on a club membership cheque.

Since Vic was seven years older than me, and had quite a fortune left behind by dead parents, I could see how he could afford all this and plus, a premium membership which granted him access to the reserved rooms in the club's back quarters. It was there where we had first made love, slowly and passionately, me resting in his arms long afterward, the smell of rose candles permeating the duvet.

I entered the main chamber where a giant chandelier hung above the dance floor on which currently many couples danced to a soft, melodious tune.

I approached the bar and had my usual, an Adnams Copper house gin and a fever-tree Indian tonic water with a lemon leaf and hibiscus petals. Sipping on it, I looked around for Vic. He usually comes after I do, appearing from behind a crennelated pillar, a sly grin on his face.

But today there was no sign of him. "Quite the Victorian decor, isn't it?" A blonde sitting on one of the bar stools said to me, smiling. "Yes, quite." I replied, picking up my scarf and heading towards the  suite where Vic and I usually liked to stay in when we came to this place. It was quite enormous not to mention exquisite;  Victor had his tastes after all, being a millionaire's son.

The doors of the lift opened on the 15th floor onto a wide passageway. It was decorated with photo-frames of people and large vases full of flowers. I walked towards our suite and stopped outside. I heard someone's voice inside. Quite possibly, two people's voices.

Debating whether to sneak in or barge right inside, I fidgeted outside the door and tipped over a flower vase. Smash! The vase echoed in the large passage, and I heard footsteps from inside the room.

A slightly flustered looking Victor appeared, followed by...another guy, who was shirtless. Victor's eyes widened upon seeing me and a look of shock replaced his usually calm face. "Scott, I-" He said. The situation suddenly formed itself in my mind and I found myself unable to think straight.

 The world had blurred into a mass of dazzling hues as tears dropped down my face. It felt as if I was in Inception, just moving without any sense of direction. I did not know when my feet took me to the lift and I staggered inside. Victor came running in after me. The doors of the lift closed and I found myself face-to-face with my once-loved boyfriend. It was too much for me. My head tipped back and as I felt myself falling, Victor caught me.

He leaned in towards me and whispered, "Scott...still vanilla, honey?" Saying so, he bent down and kissed me.