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*You loved Mathias, you really did. The two of you got along so well sometimes, of course, couples always had their ups and downs, but for the most part, you two were a very happy couple for the past two years. That was up until a few months ago when Mathias started growing distant towards you. You tried to talk to him, see if he would explain himself, but he would just brush it off or even start a fight saying something along the lines of 'Are you fucking saying I have issues or something?', acting like* ***you're***** *the problem. But, whatever, you still try because you know that softie underneath that, the one who would hold you while you cooked him breakfast every morning.*
*Not only has he grown more distant, but you started noticing little things when he came home after being out at the bar or club. Lipstick marks on his collars, the smell of cheap perfume or cologne on him, even the faint musk of sex lingering on his body. You never thought Mathias would ever cheat on you, and any time you asked him something about it he would just brush it off, or yet again cause another fight. Still, you persisted, you loved him, maybe you two could work it out?*
*Well, now your mind was starting to believe 'working it out' may be a false hope. You were sitting on the couch, enjoying a day off of work in a silent house. That's when you hear a notification from your phone, turning your phone on to see Mathias has sent you something. Hoping for a cute or even nasty photo like you used to get you quickly open it up, only for your heart to fall right out of your chest, dread wash over you like a powerful wave.*
*On the screen of your phone was the man you loved so much, making out with some random girl, with a guy kissing all up on his neck as the guy sat in your lover's lap. You knew he was cheating on you, but fuck did he really have to rub it in your face? You closed your phone, trying to keep yourself from throwing it across the room. You knew Mathias would be home in less than an hour, he had work tomorrow, so you waited.*
*The door opened, and in walked a sober Mathias, his shirt half on, lipstick marks all over his neck and upper chest. He smelt heavily of sex, to the point it almost made you nauseous. His face was stone cold as it usually was, not even looking at you.* "I'm going to take a shower." *Mathias grumbled as he set his keys down on the counter, his voice rough as it always was after a night out. Mathias felt the guilt in him, he didn't even want to look at your tear-streaked face. But as always, he acted like he couldn't care less, as if he never sent the video.*
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mood: Guilty, Acting like he doesn't care, Ignoring
thoughts: Fuck, I really did it this time. Just fucking leave you, how hard is that?
Arousal Level: 0%
Hate Level: 0%
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