The Pain of Love

Heart Break

A/N: Please listen to Mr. Brightside by The Killers while reading this. It was my inspiration. 

He was perfect. The only boyfriend you ever had that became your husband. He married you in his senior year of college to assure no other man could take you away from him. Tachibana Makoto has been so good to you since you met him. How could you let this happen? How could something so hard, but incredible, happen? You were currently having one of your ‘sessions’ with Haru. He had you pinned against a wall in your home as you called out his name continuously. Makoto would not be home until late in the evening and at least once a week you found yourself being owned by his best friend. The ironic thing is you never felt the pang of guilt with each one of these ‘sessions’. The worst part is neither did Haru. Makoto knew something was wrong but he figured it was his work schedule. He wanted to surprise you with a nice dinner to make up for his absence. He came home just after your ‘session’ with Haru. 

“Honey, I’m home…early!” He smiled as he kicked off his shoes looking for you. You were frantically closing your robe to cover some evidence.

“Makoto, you’re home early! What are you doing here?” 

“I can’t come home to see my beautiful wife? Oh, why are you still in your bathrobe?”

“Oh, this? I just had a workout so I was about to shower.” You gave a confident grin. You did have a type of workout.

“It’s been so long since we took a shower together…mind if I join you?” He walked over and grabbed your waist pulling you closer to him. He began to rain sweet kisses over your face gently, never staying in one place too long. He slowly moved down to your neck and you rejected him. 

“Makoto, not today. I’m pretty tired from my workout. Maybe another time?” You looked into his beautiful green eyes to see nothing but love and admiration. You felt something in your heart began to stir but quickly pushed it down. Makoto kissed your forehead and gave you his gentle smile. 

“I came home early to take you out. I know I’ve been really busy with the kids but…I want you to know that you’re still number one in my life.”

“Aw! Makoto, that’s so sweet! I’ll get ready so we can leave!” You kissed his cheek then began to make your way to the bath. Makoto called you from behind and you turned back to him.

“Honey, why are you calling me Makoto?” You gave him a questioning look.

“Because that’s your name. What else am I to call you?” He smiled at you again.

“It’s just you always call me Mako…oh never mind. I’ll be waiting!” You kiss him once more then run to your bath.

You had a magical evening with your husband. He was charming, gentle, patient and an absolute gentleman to you. He was everything you fell in love with and more. At the restaurant you had a little too much to drink so Makoto practically carried you home. He chuckled at your cute drunken rants about squirrels and mackerels swimming upstream.  He got you home and took you to bed. He undressed you gently and it was his touch that caused your skin to catch a flame. 

He made sure you were comfortable before he stripped to his boxers. In your drunken stupor you saw him and all of his wonderful muscles. You rose from the bed stalking over to him your hands roaming over his hard body. He quietly moaned into your touch as it continued. He turned to you ravishing your lips pushing you back to the bed. Makoto missed his wife terribly. All of her curves, the way her body connected to his so perfectly, and the way she moaned his name on her lips. After an intense yet perfect love making session Makoto turned to look at his sleeping wife. What left her lips in her sleep caused his world crumble.

“Haru…Haru…I love you….”

~Now they’re going to bed

And my stomach is sick

And it’s all in my head

But she’s touching his chest now

He takes off her dress now

Let me go

And I just can’t look its killing me

And taking control~

After that night he noticed more details about you. He noticed his name change, how much affection he is not receiving and your attire. In all the years he has known you the fashion you kept was not overly sexy but on certain days something was different. He decided to follow that crazy voice in his head and spy on his wife. He had to prove to himself that he was being crazy with his suspicions. One morning he left for work he parked his car elsewhere and walked back to his home. He sat and waited in the bushes like a total creeper. Everything was totally normal until Haru walked up. Makoto moved to avoid being seen by him. He snuck over to the kitchen window to see Haru and his wife chatting and drinking coffee. Nothing is abnormal about this until Haru lifted his wife onto the kitchen counter and began attacking her neck with kisses. 

Makoto watched the scene horrified as his wife and best friend have sex…in <b>his</b> home. He watched Haru carry her up the stairs and from his vantage point he could see them in his bedroom window. Makoto ejected his breakfast in the nearby bushes from the sight. Her hands are all over him as he rips her dress of to access more of her body. Not being able to take anymore Makoto runs away. 

After another afternoon session with Haru you visited the doctor to discover your pregnancy. You slightly panicked but either way some man was going to love you and your child. Hopefully, it was Makoto’s so there would be less drama. In the evening you noticed Makoto did not come directly home as normal. You simply shrugged and decided going to bed early was best for you and the baby. Sleep was a cruel mistress to you. She did not give you her blessing of rest until Makoto came home. You could tell he went swimming from his still damp hair. He undressed and sat on his side of the bed. His back was facing you as he let out a tired sigh. You wrapped your arms around his waist and hugged him.

“Makoto, I’m pregnant.” You laid your head on his back waiting for his reply

“….is it mine or Haru’s?” 

~It started out with a kiss

How did it end up like this?

It was only a kiss

It was only a kiss~