“The same day, the media decided to rip me apart because of your family political move, they only attacked me, doubting my talent, my hard work and my novels.” Anna smiled sadly. “The day I needed you most, you went to drink to cope with all the shit thrown at your face, couldn’t take the shit your grandfather was saying and went to your old club, and you fucked her.”
She shifted in her chair, and I wanted to avoid her gaze. “When you finally came back, you just told me what you did, you were shocked how the club changed, how your old buddy was urging you to go as they have a new fantastic theme.”
Please stop.
“I’m sorry Anna.” I reached for her hand, and she did not stop me.
“You’re not.” I wasn’t. “We both fell out of this marriage for a long time. That day, I was shocked but not surprised.
“I fucked her because she reminded me of you, the old you.” I couldn’t lie; I couldn’t force myself to justify my actions. I screwed up.
“I could sense that we weren’t in love anymore.” She moved her hand and smiled warmly at me. Like her previous smile. The old Anna, my Anna. “I understand how you function, but it did hurt me that you managed to get away without fixing this.”
“I don’t know, I felt I couldn’t do it anymore.”
“I always wanted kids, but not really now but I thought that could bring us back together.”
“I’m sorry I cheated on you.”
“I’m sorry too, I checked out of this marriage too, I never cheated but I don’t love you anymore.”
I knew and felt it the entire time we were together.
Anna grinned again, saying, “I still don’t want to stay here; you guys figure it out.” With that, she rose up and hugged me.
“Please don’t hate me.” I said as I released her. She stared at me with sorrowful and longing eyes. Killing me since I’m the cause of it.
“We both deserve happiness. I can’t lie, I’m relieved that I’m no longer pregnant; I couldn’t take it any longer; we’re both lying to one another, and I’m actually happy now.” She stroked my face, her eyes glistening with tears. My Anna.
Our lips touched, and I hadn’t tasted her in a long time. The kiss was slow and pure. We were saying our final farewell. For the first time in years, I was actually kissing my first love, Anna. She halted the kiss and hugged me firmly again.
“I don’t hate you; you will always be my friend.”
“And you’re always my friend.”
At this precise moment, I saw her again. My college best friend was back.
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