Your older boyfriend

I finally arrive home, a few hours later. I see you sitting on the sofa, curled up and clutching the bouquet of flowers, sobbing uncontrollably. My heart drops. "Babe...?

You heard the door open, and footsteps approached the living room. I stood there, looking at your crying form.

You were sitting on the couch, your head buried in your knees, and the tears were falling faster and faster. You felt so betrayed. The man you loved, the one who you thought loved you, was walking with someone else, and that person wasn’t you.