I still can't believe how you look next to me.

Sometimes I wish we'd never met.

Title credit:
Crown the empire- there will be no Christmas.

*Oliver's pov*

While Austin was at work I was sweeping out the room so the movers didn't have to see the mess. Everything was packed away and ready to go. I heard a thud,

It was Austin's phone,  he lost it over a month ago.

I  picked it up, dusted it off and put it on the charger.

Almost fifteen minutes later it was vibrating non-stop for a few minutes. I opened his phone to see hundreds of texts from an unknown number.

I got nosey so I opened them.

I got sick to my stomach and tears flooded out.

There were nude photos of the unknown man. Texts of him saying how much he loved Austin.

They were just disgusting. I began  to panic and cry even harder.

It's... Alan.

Was...was he cheating the whole time. Was his phone even missing? Even when I was in a coma?
Jesus, this makes me sick.

I run down stairs to get my phone from off the counter and dial the number to the moving company.

I collect myself and dial the number. Every ring I weeze at the thought of Austin cheating on me with Alan. 

A woman answers sweetly.

"Hello! Kean Movers, how may I help you?"

I choked at first but I managed to say "Good afternoon darling, I'm Mr. Sykes, I had a van to be at my house to pack up and go at 5, but is there any way I could get them to come a little earlier?" I tried saying sweetly through gritted teeth.

"Yes, sir! We can, we can have the movers there by 2, how does that sound?" She sang through the phone.

Four more hours.

Austin will be home at 8.

Perfect, this gives me time to leave. 

"Yes, yes, yes! Thank you dear. Have a good day." I couldn't shake the feeling this situation gave me.

I didn't see a text from Austin at all in any of those...

No no no, Oliver. Just to be sure.
How did Alan get this number?

I unpacked Austin's personal belonging box.

It contained a few changes of clothes,  His laptop, his house keys, and a few blankets.

I'll be gone when you get home.

I began to write a letter.

Dear  Austin,

I decided to leave to Maine a bit earlier than expected.
It seems somethings have been going on according to your text messages. Don't worry about me.
The movers and I will be in Maine in  a day or so. I'll be with my parents.
I think we need time apart and you need to explain what the hell is going on. Don't worry, I still love you, but this really hurts.

-Oliver

I placed his cellphone on top of the letter.

I called Jack and curled up in the empty bath tub.

I still haven't stopped crying.

My heart feels like discarded shards of glass trying to scratch the surface.