What Just Happened? Vicerylle One Shot

He was the boy.

I was the girl.

We agreed to that.

He will be the responsible one.

And I will be responsible to him.

The day we made that pact, we laughed at the idea.

Then, we said okay.

Others would say it's fine.

Others glared knives when we walk.

What's their problem?, I asked him.

Don't mind them, he said, it's not even their business.

We were in love.

But I knew we wouldn't last.

He has a reputation to keep.

To stabilize.

We were happy.

We sometimes fight.

We chose to be alone.

We are sometimes driven by passion.

I woke up; I didn't found him in bed.

It was our anniversary.

I cooked for him.

I set a romantic ambiance for him.

I prepared everything.

That night was perfect.

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But, he didn't came home.

Maybe he'll come late.

Light spilled through the blinds.

He didn't came home.

He has another condo.

As I open the door, silky, lacy lingerie is on the floor.

He is on bed.

With a girl.

I walked out.

He followed me to the corridors, dressed.

Wow! Am I important to him?

Mark, I'm planning on having a family.

We can have a family, Troy.

Not like what you're thinking. Believe me, I love you. But...

I can't bear a child. Is that it? I gave everything to you.

I was crying.

He posed a stern look.

You'll always be gay. I see no future for us. Straighten yourself. Maybe there will be a future for you. She'll make you happy. I have nothing to say to you but goodbye.

He left me.

I cried floods of water.

Two years had passed.

I had a new life.

I became a host of a show.

I was the clown in that family.