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milo winter

"are you going to leave me?" i asked milo while wrapped up in his arms.

"never," he says without even looking at me.

"do you have feelings for someone else?" i questioned.

"only for you my love," he says before kissing my head.

"you've been distant lately and i'm just-" i began.

"i've been working on stuff and a little busy but never for you, stop worrying baby," he smiled down at me, showing his gap.

"okay," i smiled.

that conversation kept replaying in my mind as i looked down at my phone. it couldn't be true. he only wanted me right?

i placed my phone on the dinning room table when i heard his car park in the driveway. milo came in with some take bags and placed them on the counter. he cocked an eyebrow up at me.

"can you sit," i say as more of a command.

he sat down across from with confusion written all over his face.

i slid the phone over to him after turning it on, showing the picture of him kissing a girl.

"did you cheat on me?" i ask after a moment of silence.

his eyes were flooded with something i've never seen before. guilt.

silence.

"when?" i further question while holding back tears.

"last month. when i went on vacation with the boys," he whispered while looking down.

i swallowed hard remembering how o missed him for those seven days and how he facetimed me with a smile, every night except the night before he came home.

"why?" i choked out.

his eyes shot up to me when he heard my broken voice.

"the boys got me drunk off of shots and then we went swimming. then i remember waking up with a  girl next to me in barely anything. i freaked out and asked what happened and she said that we kissed a little before i pushed her away and then she took me up to my room and fell asleep next to me. i didn't tell you because, well," he explains before i cut him off.

"because you knew you were wrong and that whenever i get drunk you're the first thought on my mind and i have and would never cheat on you! no matter how drunk i was!" i yelled.

"i don't know what happened," he quietly says while beginning to cry.

more silence.

"i've got to go," i whispered.

"please don't leave me, you're the only thing that matters to me," his vice cracks out.

"kissing her mattered more than me that night," i cry before running to my car and driving far far away from the only house that has ever really felt like home.