A New Easton

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I wait out in the living room for a bit. But I start feeling anxious. When has Sophie ever feel the need to have private calls... I tell myself that I am just being paranoid, but curiosity
Has the best of me.

I creep through the hallway and press my ear against my bedroom door. I can hear snippets of conversation.

"Yes. I'll meet you tonight

Pause.

"I'm with a friend of mine.. Yes, it's Alisha. I'll be there in half an hour."

Another pause

"Bye"

I run back out to the living room before she can open the door and see me standing there.

A minute later, I spot Sophie walking down the hallway. She looks down as if she doesn't want me to see her face.

"You know.. Uhm, I.. Asked to have coffee with you earlier for a reason. I wanted to talk to you about something, " She says softly.

My heart drops. She wants to talk to me about something!? I know this isn't going to end well, but I sit there patiently waiting for her to spit out her words.

" I.. Well.. You know how things lately.. Have.. Uhm" She stutters.

"Spit it out Soph," I say sternly as I tap my foot against the carpet as I'm feeling rather anxious.

"I'm seeing someone else" She blurts out. I sit there speechless. This is not the Soph I've been with for two years. The Soph I know wouldn't even breathe the air of a word uttered such as unloyalty

I nod, avoiding eye contact with her.

"How long" I ask calmy. She intertwines her fingers as she hesitates before opening her mouth to speak. As if changing her mind on the thought, she closes her mouth.

"Two years out the fucking drain Sophie." I state as I look down, fixing a gaze at the floor, causing a few strands of my shaggy black hair to fall over my eyes.

She stands there in silence, i refuse to look at her. I sigh.

"So, we come here and you want to fuck instead of telling me that you're cheating on me," This time I do look up at her. Silence follows once again.

I get up and walk to my bedroom, allowing her the chance to gather her things and leave.

After she leaves I decide to take a long hot shower to wash away my sorrows.

" Fuck her," I mutter as the water showers over my face and body. My house would now be a new reminder of the warm memories we've made here.

It hurt, as even the shower would remind me of the countless times we've made love in the very spot I stand in now.

I wash up and hop out of the shower, wrapping a towel around my waist. I walk into my bedroom and glance at the time on my phone. 1:34 PM

I decided that I would go down to the bar later and drink away what I felt from today.