Unfaithful

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Maybe it was the scent of another man, or the guilt flooding my eyes; but the first time I betrayed him, he knew. He walked towards me and enveloped me in his strong arms, forcing the air out of my lungs. My heart beat too fast for normalcy.
He took a step back and kissed my forehead. I had been forgiven.

“I love you” he said. He wasn’t lying.

“I love you too.” I wasn’t either..

It didn’t stop. I betrayed him again. Not once, not twice. I didn’t want to stop. I didn’t try. Before I knew it, I was spiralling out of control. My tumultuous affair was exhilarating. Each rendezvous brought me back to life, and at the same time threatened to tear my world apart. Day in and day out, I was living a lie. .

“I love you” he said. He wasn’t lying.

“I love you too.” I wasn’t so sure. ..

It was a high like no other: the sadistic pleasure of hurting the only man I had ever loved. The guilt vanished. I hurt him, to hurt myself. I was numb, long gone. There were no reasons or excuses. He’d watch me everyday, silently, as I’d kiss him goodbye, without a word. He loved me, unconditionally, I knew.

“I love you” he said. He wasn’t lying.

“I love you too.” I lied. ..

I step in through the front door. Everything’s the same, yet different. I look around. Nothing seems familiar, nothing known. His ring lies on the mantel. He’s gone. My lips curl into a crooked smile, and a sole tear rolls down my cheek, as I step back out and close the door.

Aakanksha Pagnis

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