Pt 2. Of three empty words but MC's POV
I awoke the next morning to see an emptiness in my bed. I didn't know what I expected I had asked him to leave. This was nobody's fault but my own. I looked around my flat. All his stuff was gone, except his favorite shirt which he gave to me during love island and his favorite apron. I sat at the kitchen table and sobbed. I was still in love with him of course. But I had cheated on him with my coworker and instead of owning up to that I was a coward and just told him I lost feelings for him. I hadn't sat at this time in ages. I couldn't bare to look at Bobby all I could picture was the man I had fucked the night before naked. I don't know why I did what I did. Maybe I thought I wasn't worthy of Bobby's love. I guess I was right about that. The years went on I married a boring man, and lived in a boring house and worked a boring job. I thought of all the times I was too busy at work to give Bobby any attention yet he always understood. My new husband wasn't so understanding he made me quit my job that I loved to work at home to take care of our children. Our children were beautiful and they even had freckles which reminded me of how much I loved Bobby's. I found Bobby on social media and saw he was happily married with a family of his own. The children looked like him. "Bobby jr and clementine." Our daughters shared the same name of course I got the idea from him. I remembered that moment on the island when we giggled and spoke of our future. Who knew it would be so dim. I never truly loved my husband. How could I? Bobby was my soulmate but I gave up on him and he found his own soulmate.
