𝖊𝖓𝖉 𝖔𝖋 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖇𝖆𝖙𝖙𝖑𝖊𝖋𝖎𝖊𝖑𝖉.

𝖔𝖓𝖊 || 𝖆𝖑𝖒𝖔𝖘𝖙

ᴘʀᴏᴍᴘᴛ: "ᴡᴇ ꜱʜᴏᴜʟᴅ'ᴠᴇ ʟᴇᴀʀɴᴇᴅ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴡᴇ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ."

ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ: ᴛᴡᴏ ʟᴏᴠᴇʀꜱ. ᴏɴᴇ ᴅɪʟᴇᴍᴍᴀ: ɪꜰ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱʜɪᴘ ɪꜱ ꜱᴛɪʟʟ ᴡᴏʀᴛʜ ꜱᴀᴠɪɴɢ.  

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

He paced the wooden floors with an unlit cigar resting between two of his fingers. She stood by the balcony and her hands found its way on the ring clasped in a golden chain around her neck. A deafening silence has engulfed the pair for over thirty minutes. However, this outside silence cannot compare to the raging madness that run amok each of their brains.

He was the first to break the silence.

"What happened?" He uttered in a voice so quiet, she wouldn't be able to hear if it weren't for her paying attention to his movements.

Unsure of what to answer, she replied: "I don't know... I don't–"

He took in a deep breath. He too did not know what to say. His mind was rendered blank and clean, only forcing out a frustrated groan as he took another puff of cigarette.

Finally able to gather his thoughts, he said: "This wasn't supposed to happen. You know this. We both know this."

She gulps, turning around from the balcony and faced him. "We've known this plan was going to fail from the start. We were just too afraid to face it."

"You weren't supposed to fall in love with HIM!" He raked his hands through his brown locks, causing it to become even more disheveled.

"And YOU weren't supposed to be bedding HER!" she screams and points out a finger in his direction.

"Oh please, you can't correct a wrong with another wrong!" he screams back, "Hell! I thought YOU were the smart one!"

"Don't act like a saint." She takes a deep breath and turns her back to him, facing the balcony once more. "We wouldn't have gotten here if it weren't for you in the first place." She whispers, barely audible for him to hear.

Silence engulfed them once more. She hears the fridge door closing and the fizz of a beer can. He can't drink right now, he only drinks when he's awfully frustrated and helpless. She thinks. As she was about to walk towards him, he took a seat by the balcony and took a sip from the can.

"She was my first love." He says, placing the can of beer by the little coffee table.

Without facing him, she replies: "And I knew from the start I couldn't compete with her."

"But I was able to love you much more than I did her."

She turns to face him. "That's not going to change the fact that you still cheated."

He takes another sip of beer. "You're not exactly the poster girl for loyalty either."

"Don't try to pin this all on me. We're both at fault." She crosses her arms.

"Good god! And I was so fucking stupid to think that spending some time away would fix this shit of a relationship," she takes a seat in one of the chairs by the balcony, sitting across him, "maybe I am not so smart after all."

"Tell me. How many times did you two see each other when I was away?" she asks, her eyes turning cold.

He took another sip from his beer. "That's not the point! You fell in love with him!"