As I stepped out of the hospital, the sky seemed just as messed up as I felt—dark clouds filled the sky above, like it was about to rain heavily.
The happiness I felt from seeing my brother smile earlier was slowly fading away.
I sighed, rubbing my temples, trying to stop the headache that was building up.
My thoughts are currently a mess.
I needed to find a way to keep his hope alive, even if it meant losing myself in the process.
I pulled out my phone and then called my boyfriend–Brian.
At first it rang, but he didn't pick up the call.
I tried again, but he still didn't pick up.
When I tried the third time, the call didn't even go through and that was when I began to panic.
I checked my messages, but it was empty. He had not left any text for me. Nothing.
This was unlike him.
With my heart pounding loudly against my ribcage, I rushed to his apartment immediately.
At that instant I knew that something was off. Did something bad happen?
I walked up to Brian's apartment, unsure why my chest felt tight or why my hands could not stop trembling.
I knocked once, knocked again, and then a little louder.
Still, there was no response.
The handle turned easily when I tried opening it.
He hadn't locked the door.
As I stepped inside, something felt off.
The first thing my gaze fell on was a red heel lying by the entrance—tall and glossy—definitely not mine.
A few steps in, I spotted a pair of red lace panties tossed carelessly on the floor.
I froze immediately.
My eyes followed the mess along the hallway, and that was when I heard the unmistakable sound of muffled moans.
My heart dropped.
I didn't want to move, but my body carried me forward.
I walked slowly towards the direction and with each step the sounds became louder.
When I reached the bedroom door, it was open just enough to reveal the explicit scene.
Brian was in bed, tangled up with a woman I'd never seen before. Her head was thrown back, dark hair spilling over the white pillow.
"Ah… yes… don't stop…"
"God, I've missed this baby…"
For a moment, I couldn't move. My body locked up. I stood there awestruck, watching the scene.
My breath caught. Everything around me blurred. I just stood there, staring, because my brain couldn't catch up with what I was seeing.
A few seconds passed before she noticed me. Her eyes widened, and immediately she pulled the sheet over her chest, trying to hide her large bouncing breasts—as if modesty mattered now.
Brian turned around, confused at first, but then his expression changed completely when he saw me standing at the doorway.
He immediately jumped out of the bed, nearly pushing her off. His eyes widened and lips parted almost as though he forgot how to breathe.
His now-deflated member, glistening with another woman's fluid, flopped around like a fish out of water as he scrambled to cover himself.
I couldn't help but cringe in embarrassment as my stomach churned with disgust.
"Babe… I-I can explain…" His voice was barely above a whisper.
I couldn't respond. I could barely think.
He shamelessly started to move towards me, as if to explain, but immediately I took a step back.
My throat was tight, my eyes stung, and right now I didn't want to hear a single word from his filthy mouth.
A sob slipped out before I could stop it. My eyes burned. I took another step back, but I couldn't tear my gaze away.
My gaze moved to the woman who stared smugly at me, her rosy red lips curving into a smirk.
She definitely wanted me to see this.
Bitch.
"Babe it's not what it looks like…"
I didn't wait to hear more. I turned around and ran out of the apartment.
The sky had long darkened and it had begun to rain heavily.
I ran blindly down the street, my tears mixing with the rain.
My hair clung to my skin, the rain kept falling.
I didn't stop. I couldn't.
The streets blurred around me, but my mind kept replaying the last four years of my life.
Four years.
Four years of loving him like he was the only thing that mattered.
I built my world around him. I gave him all of me. My time. My trust. My body. My heart.
Everything.
I thought he was different. I really did.
How could he?
How could he look me in the eyes with lips swollen from another woman's kisses?
Brian had been everything a woman could wish for. Always calling to check how I was doing or if I needed something.
He was the embodiment of everything I ever wanted.
He always wanted to know where I was, what I was doing, if I was safe, if I missed him as much as he missed me…
He was perfect. Sweet in the kind of way that made it easy to believe he would give up his life for me if the need be.
And I believed him. I believed all of it.
Probably because he made me feel wanted. Loved. Cherished.
And now, after everything—after four years—he threw it all away like it meant nothing.
The rain hit harder, faster, as if the sky was angry too. As if it was also mourning my four years of foolishness with me.
I kept running, but no matter how far I went, I couldn't outrun the feeling settling in my chest.
He was never the man I thought he was.
How come I never noticed it before now?
I was lost in my thoughts so I didn't see the car that was speeding in my direction.
My mind was clouded, and I kept running as fast as I could.
Suddenly, I heard a loud honk.
I looked up just in time to see a black car just a few inches from where I stood.
My heart raced and I quickly stepped back, barely missing the car. It swerved to avoid hitting me, its tires screeched, and I stood there frozen in shock.
A tall man stepped out of the car, dressed in a black suit that looked way too expensive.
He held a black umbrella, sleek and classy, like everything else about him, and walked calmly toward me.
Quickly, I wiped my tear-streaked face with my already soaked sleeve, trying to gather what little pride I had left.
"Are you okay, miss?" he asked, his voice smooth, calm—too calm, in a way that made my skin