The Cheater
Tangled limbs and rumpled sheets freeze me in place.
“What-what is this?” The question breaks over the lump in my throat, weak and hoarse. Curses fly, frantic hands grasp at linens as I yank them from the bed.
Two familiar, panic-stricken eyes meet mine. Guilt drives apologies, but the words can’t pierce the blurred air between us. Nails carve half-moons into my skin and paint my palms red.
My limbs move of their own accord, tear the glittering ring from my finger and toss it on the floor. Pleas for forgiveness sail through the halls, but the ringing in my ears drowns them out.
Shock sharpens its talons, shreds my insides. Ragged breaths pull oxygen, over and over and never enough. The fissure in my heart erupts, shatters.
All my love, all my trust, all of forever. Gone.
Muscle memory maneuvers an exit, outruns stumbles and shouts. The car starts with a growl and grants a hasty exodus as tears blur the edges of vision and draw patterns on my cheeks.
I was going to marry him.
Flashes of the past set fire to my insides. I steer the car to the shoulder.
The world tilts and I fall.
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