Fate

One day he came home smiling and smelling of perfume. Not the flowery stuff that I wore. Sickeningly sweet, sticky vanilla. I knew what he’d done. Vanilla vixen fucking my boyfriend and vice versa. It was probably in a bathroom stall. It was probably drunk and disgusting. She probably had a disease.

“Don’t touch me, cheater!” I screamed when he tried to kiss me hello.

He rolled his eyes and put a cigarette in his mouth and lit it up.

“How could you do this to me!?” I hurled a picture frame at him. It missed his head by a foot.

“It was just a mistake, Shadow,” he said nonchalantly, smoke spilling out of his nostrils. Up, up, up to the ceiling and through the vent. “You’re still number one.”

I wanted to float away too. He was all I needed. I just wanted to be his everything.

“I love you,” I whispered, stepping towards him.

“I know.”

“Don’t leave me, cheater.”

“I won’t.”