Forever and a day

Chapter Two: Joshua p.o.v $

There are many reasons for death. Car accident, heart attack, old age. But my reason to die was quite simple.

                     Heart break.

My girlfriend of 2 years had cheated on me. I thought she was the one. I thought we were to be that couple that made it through thick thin. I was going to ask her to marry me. We were going to start a family. Grow old together. There was a future for us. But now? Now there was nothing. We were through. And even if I were to forgive her for what she did. I would never forget.

     ++++++++Flashback++++++++++

    I was coming home from a long and hard day of work. The engagement ring was burning a hole in my pocket and my heart was pounding in my chest. I had just gotten off the phone with my best friend about the whole proposal. I was so excited. I had known Jessie for 2 years now and it was about time we took this relationship to the next level.

   I had backed up into the garage with glee. I just knew she would love this idea. She always talked about marriage and starting a family. But only with the right guy. I was quite sure that I was that right guy. I mean, we had been together for 2 years.

    Nothing stood out to me that day. Whether it was because I was too happy to see anything wrong, or because I truly believed she would never do something like that to me, I didn't see anything big happening that day.

   I was walking up the stairs to our room, when I heard it. Sounds of moaning and laboured breaths. My heart did a double take and told me what I didn't want to be true. I allowed my feet to take me the rest of the way to the room and was disgusted by what I saw when I opened the door to the room.

  There, on our bed, was my girlfriend and another man. They were too caught up in their lustful bliss to even notice me standing there like a fish. It took my clearing of my throat to get their attentions.

   They jumped away from each other as if they both had a contagious disease. The man quickly jumped out of bed and started dressing. My cheating girlfriend just sat there in bed looking at me with a pleading look. What she was pleading for was beyond me. She had no right to plead from me.

  The man who had ultimately wounded my pride walked past me and down the steps. It was like someone pressed play when the front door shut.

   "Joshua? Please. This isn't what it looks like." I looked up to her tear stricken face. How dare she cry. I was the one who should be crying. I come home to see my girlfriend in bed with another and I was actually going to propose to her! That's when I remembered I was going to propose to her. I reached into my pocket and pulled out the ring that was to be on her pretty little finger. Instead it would be a reminder of my fucked up life.

  Grabbing onto the walls, I walked down the steps and out the front door. After moments of standing in my front yard, I trudged myself to my Mercedes, unlocked the car doors and sat down in my leather seat after opening my door.

  It was like I was on autopilot until I sat down in my car. All the emotions came crashing in and I broke down. I sobbed hysterically until I could take no more and drove away.

   I found myself stumbling into a bar. It was like everyone could sense my unhappy mood because people broke out of my way almost instantly after my entrance.

  I sat at the first stool I could find and ordered a beer. But it didn't drown my pain, so I ordered 3 shots. Then more shots. Soon, I was surrounded by glasses upon glasses. Yet it couldn't drown the pain of my breaking heart.

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  I don't know what happened after my twentieth drink, but I know I got more sleep than I used to .