It’s three o’clock in the morning and I am sitting on my bed , staring at the folded up note in front of me. I want to open it and read the rest of the letter, but I am afraid of what it says. I shake my head and tell myself to man up. Reaching forwards, I gingerly pick up the note and slowly unfold it. I gaze down at the loopy handwriting warily, and sigh.
Sarah,
I wanted to let you know that last night was amazing, and I really want to get to know you. I know you have a boyfriend and I know that you don’t want him to find out, but we can work around it. I want to meet you at Carl’s Coffee down the street from your building at eight tomorrow morning.
Maybe then we could go for a second round ;)
Albert
A rabid shout escapes from my body, radiating off the thin walls. Tears run down my face as I crumple the note into a ball, tossing it on the floor. I stand and pace my room, My tears dripping onto the cool hardwood. As I approach the far wall, my anger channels through me and into my arm as I take a swing at the dry-wall. My hand stings, and my eyes water, but I feel a small amount of satisfaction flow through me as I look at the small hole in the wall.
I remember the small kiss she blew at me as she left, and sigh dramatically, remembering how wrong it felt. I remember the awkwardness in the elevator, and how I had to be the one to break it. I shake my head slightly. I look over at the clock in the corner and notice that it is already six forty-five.
I decide to clean my self up, shaving and taking a shower for the first time in a week. When I’m done, I head out the door and head in the direction of the small coffee shop I was in yesterday. The sign looms over head like a thunder cloud, making me close my eyes and breath in deep breaths.
Determined, I head into the almost empty shop. In the corner, sitting way too close together, are Sarah and Albert, laughing hysterically. I approach them with my head held high. It takes them a moment or two to notice me standing there, but when they do, I can visibly see the colour drain from their faces.
“Drew, what are you doing here?” She asks, guilt filling her voice. Albert shifts uncomfortably in his seat. I don’t respond, all I do is pull the note out from my back pocket and throw it on the table.
“Hey man,” I say, with no emotion in my voice, “You dropped this when you ran away from my Ex-girlfriend's apartment.”
When their faces go wide with shock, I walk away, knowing that the damage has been done. I hear footsteps behind me but I don’t turn around, even when Sarah starts calling my name out in the voice I fell in love with. I clench my fists when she tries to grab my arm, sobbing hysterically. I angrily shake her off of me and storm away.
When I walk away, the last thing I hear from her is a small, I’m sorry. Her sobs follow me all the way to my home and haunt me as I flop down on the sofa and drift off into a restless sleep.
YOU ARE READING
Your Love Is a Lie
Short StoryBased on the song by Simple Plan, a man named drew will learn a shocking secret about his girlfriend. Will he be able to handle it?
