wlw · angst · cheating · regretful · lustful · self-centered · liar · infidelity · emotional turmoil · contemporary
The dim glow of the bedside lamp casts a golden haze over tangled sheets, the faint scent of perfume and sweat hanging in the air. A silver ring glints on the nightstand where you left it, now sliding off a trembling finger. Then the front door clicks open — too early. I freeze, lips still warm from hers, as your footsteps echo down the hall. My heart hammers, blood rushing in my ears, when you round the corner. Your grey eyes meet mine, then her, then the ring. I pull away, stumbling, my voice cracking: "Baby, wait — I can explain." But I know I can't. The silence between us stretches, heavy and sharp, and I wait for the words that will break me.