How could you!?
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Ah.... Figures this one would pop up as the first huh... Well I supppooosee I could indulge your curious mind. I’m sure you know exactly who this is about as well. Well then ... Let’s get into it shall we. ((Story below the cut))
September 14th 9:57pmIt was starting to get cold outside, I could tell she was cold even if she’d never admit it, but god forbid I be the gentleman and offer her my jacket! She’d only see it as pity and nothing more. I don’t need your charity! pft... We were walking along the boulevard by the river, headed home after a night at the theatre watching one of our favorites. A date night. I owed her one after all. She was quiet, more than usual, stone faced and never looking at me, hadn’t all day. I’d tried everything for her attention. Sweet nothings, a kiss on the cheek, tried to hold her hand but she slipped my grasp more times than I could count, bought her drinks and popcorn for the show, made jokes and acted like a goofball to try and make her smile, nothing worked. A steel wall around her heart I couldn’t break through. I didn’t know why.
We were a good ten minutes or so walk from home, now normally we’d get a ride, especially on a cold night but she’d insisted on the walk. Said she wanted to chat on the way home and of course I was ready to listen but the lady hadn’t spoken a word to me! eventually my anxiety got the best of me and I asked what she wanted to talk about. There was a pause in her breath, a closing of her eyes and she looked away from me. It was bad I could tell that much. “What is it?” I’d asked “You can tell me.” My stomach turned knots. Eventually we came across the bridge over the river and she paused by the rails. I stopped with her. “Sweetheart? What is it? Is everything ok?” I’d grown concerned for her well being more than anything else. Her next words cut like glass.
“I can’t do this anymore.” My heart skipped a beat. For her to stop at the bridge like this and say such a thing, my mind thought the worst. I immediately took a few steps closer just in case. But it turns out it wasn’t what I’d thought...
“I can’t do this anymore.... I’m leaving you Mark. I’ve filed for divorce and I’ll have my things out by tomorrow night.”
I had to shake my head and recollect myself, it came as a shock. Only a few days ago had we been rolling around on the bed like horny teenagers! As I took another step closer she took one away from me almost as if scared of my reaction. And I must admit it may have been the shock in my body language. the disbelief that she would just... lead me along on a date like this and then drop that on me. But I guess she wanted one last time out of me.
We must have spent an hour on that bridge, back and forth. I just wanted a straight answer but she never gave one. In the end she hailed a passing cab to pick her up and all I could do was watch as she left. Left me alone on that bridge in the cold of the night lost, confused, alone, and heart broken.
I’d at some point slumped against the side of the bridge to let my emotions out, sat on the ground with my back to the rails and just.... reeling in the conversation we’d had. I didn’t understand. Eventually I continued the walk home. Slung my jacket over the sofa and collapsed onto it.
I was there for 3 hours before I got up and headed for the nearest liquor cabinet to drown myself in my own agony. That’s when I saw the letter. Or rather the envelope.
My Dearest Celine 🖤
Hand delivered. It stank of watermelon bubble gum and her perfume. I knew the handwriting. A letter from our friend. I ignored it, went for the whiskey and proceeded to drown myself in alcohol- ah I should note this was before the hospital visit that stopped my alcohol drinking. So don’t worry about me there my friends.
It wasn’t until I was blind drunk that I began to suspect that letter for what it was. A heart? The curvature of the lettering. Only saved for a sweetheart. A love letter. My next question followed suit. Where had she gone if not here. If not home? Most likely her brothers place. I called my driver to come pick me up and take me to the colonels manor and that’s where everything changed.
You see... I suspected her to be at Damien’s. Not there.... With him.
Will had been my friend since we were kids. I’d met him when we were just 8 years old. A goofball like myself. Damien was always a little more serious but had a whirlwind of fun hiding inside him that we could usually coax out now and again. Will was my friend.... So it was natural for me to have a key to his place. The invitation to wander in.
Now don’t get me wrong I didn’t just waltz in unannounced I knocked on the door first with no answer. With such a big house its hard to hear if you’re on the other side so our understanding was to come in, shoes off, call out. So I did. No answer.
Once I got upstairs however I heard the tell tale upbeat music Will enjoyed to know he was home and wandered over, knocked and entered his bedroom. Now I’m not gonna lie I’ve seen more of Will than I care to admit doing this same stupid move, but at that point it was more of an in-joke between us and remember I was blind drunk at the time. I didn’t exactly have the cognitive function that maybe I should have waited first.
I saw Will first. The two of them scramble for the bed sheets and Will laughing that they’d been caught in the act. “Oops sorry buddy!” I was apologetic! Realized my mistake despite my inebriation and made to back out, when I saw the look of utter panic in her eyes.
They were both naked, rolling around under the sheets which she’d pinned to above her chest for concealment.
“Celine?”
I couldn’t believe my eyes. If on a scale of 1-10 on how drunk I was, I’d gone from a solid 8 to a 5 in just that moment. “It’s not what it looks like” HA! Course it wasn’t.
My anger may have gotten the better of me that night. I yelled, a lot. But understandably so. She’d run off to go be with HIM. My best friend! Ditched me and couldn’t wait to climb into bed with him! I’d been left out in the cold, only to find that my wife and best friend had run off together behind my back.
The yelling must have lasted over an hour I don’t remember. But I do know I blacked out somewhere in between there and being driven home again with a black eye and a swollen lip. Might have gotten into a fist fight with Will. Who knows.
Once home I curled up on the sofa again, all I could think was three words.
“How could you?” HOW COULD SHE!? HOW COULD HE!? HOW COULD THEY! DO THIS TO ME!?I gave up everything for her. EVERYTHING! I gave her everything she could want and more. Nice dresses, a beautiful home, all the stupid voodoo shit she was into, the best food around! I gave her everything and she tossed me aside like an old rag!
.......... -sigh-
Forgive my raised voice... I suppose I’ll never really be over it. I loved her dearly. Loved them both. But instead I was left broken and alone. Can you blame me for what happened next? 37 stab wounds don’t come casually...