The lonely streets of Sheffield send a shiver down your spine, as you walk back to your flat. You had spent so much time at Alex's for the past few days you had forgotten what your flat looked like.
As you get inside, you start receiving a call from Alex. You answer, not quite knowing why.
"Oh thank God, I didn't think you'd answer, please please, just hear me out. I love you I would never chea-"
"Don't call me again, Alex" you whisper, talking over him with a tear running down your cheek.
"No,no, no. Please -" you hear him say, before you hang up on him.
You go and sit on the sofa, your mind processing what had just happened. Had you just lost Alex? You suddenly remember the handshake Alex had with the girl at the gig. Who handshakes the girl they're having sex with after a conversation?
"Fuck," you whisper. You had totally over reacted, yet again. It was probably a women who worked at the venue congratulating him on a good gig or something. You put your head in your hands.
"Now you've really fucked up," you say to yourself. You pick up the phone and ring Alex. He answers immediately.
"Darcy," he whispers.
"I'm so sorry," you say, still crying. He must think you're pathetic.
"I didn't know I was supposed to fuck you, of course I would of if I knew," he says, as if it's the most important thing in the world.
"I just have bad trust issues, after what you did when you were drunk" you say.
"It's all my fault," he whispers down the phone.
"I still have something to tell you, come round when y'can" he says, his voice croaking slightly as if he was holding back tears.
"Okay, I'll be over soon."
"Promise me one thing, though, for after I tell you." he says.
"What?"
"Promise you won't hate me?"
