Her name is Cleopatra, she is a beautiful light skinned women, she is tall, has an athletic build. Today she is wearing her best dress, that one dress every woman has or must have, that does wonders for her figure. It makes her waist look smaller and her bum look fairly larger. It is lavender in colour, the fabric lies on her skin in a way that makes it appear as if it was made specifically for her. Underneath it she is wearing lingerie.
Today marks her six year anniversary with her boyfriend Colby. February 30th. She is walking, down the street, to his apartment. To celebrate with him, to surprise him. she smiles from ear to ear, thinking how surprised and happy he would be to see her. She is deeply in love with him, and could never love another man the way she loves him.
She arrives at the apartment complex and walks to his apartment, door number 301. She knocks... no answer, knocks again... no answer… she figures he is sleeping on the couch or playing some RPG he had been obsessing with for the past month. She pushes the door, it opens, "why did he leave the door unlocked" she thought to herself.
She walks inside puts her bag down on the kitchen counter that was positioned right next to the door. She pulls up her dress, so it appears shorter, fixes her hair, and walked into the living room, where the image of her boyfriend with a friend of his making love burned into her memory. Her man was having sex with another man. She stood for a good twenty seconds frozen, watching .Listening to the muffled moans of the man under the person who she considered her soul mate.
Watching him as he moved in and out of him, telling him how tight he is, how good being inside him feels. They hadn’t noticed her watching them having sex. When it finally sunk in, when the realization that her eyes were not playing an optical illusion on her. All she could do is say his name, the only thing she had the strength to do was say his name and as soft as a whisper she said, “C…Colby”