your's truly xoxo

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it's the love shot, darling xx.

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love shot - exo

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the world outside of her music was cancelled out by the sound of a song. she rested her head on the seat and tilted her gaze to the window for entertainment, albeit the darkness outside.

it would be more interesting to take out her earphones and and chatter to her boyfriend until the end of the car ride, however he would become agitated whenever she began to speak to him in the middle of his driving.

her focus was snatched by his phone buzzing twice.

"i'll check it for you." she spoke her second word in the car, her first being hello. the phone was slapped out of her hand onto the floor rather harshly. she snook a look at him, discontent slicing into his face.

when she opened the car door to begin a five minute walk, a cold breeze brushed heavily against her arms and legs, mocking her stupidity.

earlier it was hot and the sky was a pastel ginger which progressively faded into a fiery orange, being accompanied by fearsome dark pinky red clouds that floated in a superior manner above me in the air. however now it was cold, dark and a rather isolated place. she felt as if she was designed to be frozen.

they both walked to his house in silence that was broken every now and then by small comments, mostly made by me. usually her boyfriend would notice when she was rubbing her arms for heat so he would offer his hoodie or jacket, but recently his affectionate behaviour had been deteriorating.

curiosity prodded at her thoughts.

that curiosity morphed into worry,

and finally that worry turned into irrational actions.

at least the actions were rational to her.

after they arrived in his house, she whipped around and examined his movements closely. she listened and watched the ruffling of his coat when he placed it on the hanger, the way he tossed his car keys on to the small table in the corner and finally she waited until she heard the soft thud of his phone hitting the sofa.

"i'm heading up to the loo, be right back." he sounded preoccupied, and he was.

perhaps he took the phone away from his grasp because he wanted privacy - but the way he had spoken to her in such a pretentious manner during the walk, no matter how little he said, was ringing the alarm bells in her mind.

as soon as she heard him walk up the stairs, she directed herself to his phone that had fallen between the cracks of the sofa's arm and it's cushions. she knew his code - he trusted her with it when he first bought it.

she hesitated for a moment. her brain was telling her to go to his latest messages, but her heart was insisting that he trusted him and placed the phone down.

of course she listened to her brain though. what kind of analytical and competent young woman would listen to her so called "spiritual instincts" which was merely one road down the crossroads that led to a dead end.

as she adventured on to his messages, her hope quickly dimmed.

the first on his messages was from one of his coworkers he'd brought up in conversation a couple of times before. she was down as just "josie", but the fact that she was his most recent bothered her.

then when she clicked on the messages

she just continued to scroll through an endless chat history,

regretting everything..

the years and months, the seconds and hours, after all that time of building up a trust, building up a healthy relationship, spending hundreds on dinner dates and birthday gifts..

all that time perished before her eyes in a matter of a few seconds.

and they all say it was too irrational, what she did next.

full stop.