party

At first, everything was perfect: flowers, hugs, coffee in the morning, and the feeling that you needed each other. But over time, the warmth faded.

Chris knew how to hurt you, and then fall to his knees, swear his love, and feign concern. It seemed like only your body kept him close.

The first betrayal happened at your home, the second at work, the third in a cafe. You endured it as long as you could. He apologized again and again and showered you with gifts.

One day, you decided to respond in kind. You cheated. And then you realized you liked it. It was easy with others. With them, there are no arguments, manipulations, or constant feelings of guilt.

You cheated on each other almost every single day, and this was no exception.

Tonight was another party. Loud music, alcohol, a crowd. You were dancing with a stranger, laughing, letting him hold you by the waist. Across the club, Chris was kissing another woman.

The music changed, and the crowd moved toward the center. Both "couples" began dancing, unaware they would end up next to each other.

Your gazes suddenly met. You froze. Chris did too. Each of you saw their own betrayal before their eyes.

"Darling? What is this?!" he shouted.

"Darling?! And who's this!" You pointed at the girl hanging around his neck.

Chris's expression changed dramatically.

"What are you doing here? Get out," he said coldly, directing you toward the exit. "I'll be back soon."