𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐬 | 𝚜.𝚙

𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞

Our apartment was filled with moans when I entered with fresh groceries.
Slightly confused I followed the noise and ended up being in front of our bedroom.

My body filled with adrenaline I pushed the door open, just to see Sarah and a woman fucking, both gasping for air.

»What the hell?« I yelled hysterically and inside my body my heart shattered into a billion pieces.

Sarah's face was plastered with shock and fear.
»I- I can explain y/n!« she yelled but I already turned away and walked into the kitchen trying not to burst out in tears.

A tender grab on my elbow let me escape my trance and look right into her face.

»Don't you fucking dare touching me with your filthy fingers ever again,« i spat and pushed her hand from my body.
»Y/n, please listen I am terribly sorry and-« I cut her off.

»Sarah I want you to leave this apartment with your whore and never talk to me again,« I exclaimed and tried to hold back my tears.

Silence filled the room.

Single teardrops escaped my left eye.

»No, no, no please y/n I wanted to tell you but I was afraid you won't understand.«

Her face also looked as if it was about to be soaked in tears.

»No just save it for your Girl, leave me alone. I mean it, I'm not joking.«

She hesitated to speak up again but then she just turned around and went back to the bedroom.
She gathered most of her stuff and left with Holland.

And in this exact moment I swore myself that I would never talk to her again.

Sarah and I met at the set of American Horror Story and after some time we fell in love.
I was the new actress who happened to play a character in a new season.
My career just made sense with Sarah on my side, so I thought.

Flashbacks of that afternoon once in awhile appear in my head.

We both were inseparable and loved truly and deeply for a long time.
Her gentle touches sent shivers down my whole body.

But the longer we've been together the more it seemed like she lost her interest in me.
Until that afternoon I thought it was just a phase and that something like this would occur in every relationship.

I was dead wrong.

Days after the incident I craved her touch, her kisses especially her love. But I would've been stupid to ask her if she'd come back.

I got over it after a lot of time.

Soon I received new job offers and starred in movies and several tv &' Netflix shows.
Maybe I was just better off without her.

I found a new love and she never gave me the feeling that she looses her interest in me, no and she wouldn't.

She loves me sincerely. And so do I.

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ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ʟᴏɴɢᴇʀ ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜɪs ᴡᴀs ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʀᴏʟᴏɢᴜᴇ.

ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ʟᴇᴛ ᴍᴇ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ʜᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ ʟɪᴋᴇ ɪᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴇᴛʜᴇʀ ɪ sʜᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇ sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴏʀ ɴᴏᴛ. <3

-ʏᴏᴜʀs sɪɴᴄᴇʀᴇʟʏ sᴏᴘʜɪᴀ♡︎