Wednesday, March 28, 2018

These Are The Words

It happened on a bright and sunny Saturday.

I remember it because, the night before, I knelt before her and slipped a diamond ring on her finger. I asked her to be mine for all eternity. Luckily, she said yes.

That Saturday, I was getting ready for work while she sat on the edge of the bed, watching me dry my hair with a towel. She then said, “Can I ask you something?”

I nodded without looking at her.

“What will you do if you found out that I cheated on you?”

I stopped running the towel through my damp hair and looked over my shoulder. Our gazes met, with my eyes squinted in utter curiosity. Why was she asking me this? Probably one of those many questions where she just wanted to gauge my reaction towards specific things. Like that one time when she asked me what would I do if she died.

“I don’t know. I’ll get hurt, of course. Terribly hurt... I might even have a hard time forgiving you,” I answered then resumed the drying of my hair. It was still too freaking wet.

She hung her head, speechless.

Worried at her sudden silence, I turned towards her again. “Why?”

Tears began to trickle down her cheeks.

Sobs then followed.

A chill ran down my spine. My soles froze. Every vein in my being turned glacial.

One word escaped from my mouth, through my frigid breath.



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