“Karissa?” Rose spoke out, her voice laced with a quizzical tone, like a gentle breeze that carried a hint of suspicion
The sound of her voice was like a dagger to my heart, twisting the blade of my betrayal deeper. I almost cried out in anguish, the confirmation of my deceit hanging in the air like a challenge. The room seemed to shrink, the walls closing in on me like a trap.
“Who is Karissa, Keith?” Rose demanded, her voice rising like a stormy wave, crashing against the fragile shore of my secrets. Her eyes, once bright with trust, now clouded with suspicion, like a sky darkening with foreboding
Though she spoke with conviction, a glimmer of doubt still lingered, a flicker of uncertainty that betrayed her growing fear. The air was heavy with tension, thick with the weight of my deception, as I struggled to find the words to deflect the truth, to shield myself from the consequences of my sin.
As soon as my fingers wrapped around my phone, a wave of despair washed over me as I remembered its blank screen, a constant reminder of my disconnection from the world. Tears pricked at the comers of my eyes, threatening to spill over like a dam about to burst.
1 frantically scanned my surroundings, my gaze darting around the room like a desperate searchlight, seelding any source of power that could revive my phone and bring me closer to the inth
The silence was depressing, only audible sound is of my own ragged breathing, as I struggled to find a lifeline to reconnect me with the world, and with
Karissa
The desperate need to talk to Karissa, my fiancée, my confidante, my everything, clawed at my chest like a wild animal trying to escape. I thought of my sister, my friends, and the weight of their potential disappointment crushed me. The questions swirled in my mind like a toxic storm, each one a sharp blade that sliced through my sanity.
Ito think. Time seemed to stretch
How long was I out? What had I done? The sickening guilt twisted my hangs into knots, making it hard to breathe, hard t out like a torturous canvas, each moment a fresh brushstroke of agony, as the minutes ticked by with savage slowness.
Rose’s voice was a lightning bolt, striking me with a force that shattered the fog of my self–pity. “I AM ASKING YOU SOMETHING, KEITH, DAMMIT!” she screamed, her words echoing off the walls, a raw, anguished cry that sent a jolt of adrenaline through my veins.
For a passing moment, her fury pulled me out of my own private hell, forcing me to confront the chaos I’d unleashed. My gaze snapped to hers, locked in a painful standoff, as I struggled to process the question she’d been asking, the one I’d been desperate to avoid
“My fiance.” I mumbled again, the title feeling like a rusty knife twisting in my gut, the weight of my betrayal crushing me. Painful recognition flashed across her face as I uttered the word, her eyes widening in horror, her mouth agape in a silent scream
Rose’s gasp was like a slap, a stinging rebuke that sent a shiver down my spine, as the reality of my situation slammed into me like a ton of bricks. The air was heavy with tension, the silence that followed a deafening roar, as the consequences of my actions hung in the balance, waiting to strike.
“You’re engaged,” she stuttered, her voice–cracking like fragile glass, shattered by the pain and shock that radiated from her very being. Each word was a fresh stab to my already scattered heart,
I couldn’t stand there any longer, witnessing her anguish, feeling the weight of my gut bearing down on me like a physical force.
I watched as she crumpled onto the bed, her body shaking with sobs. The weight of my deception settled heavy on my shoulders, crushing me with the knowledge of what I’d done. I lied to her, used her, and betrayed her trust.
The memory of our time together now taunted me, a bittersweet reminder of my own weakness. I felt like a monster, a coward who’d hidden behind his secrets and lies. Rose’s tears were a mirror reflecting my own guilt, a constant reminder of the pain I’d inflicted
I wanted to comfort her, but my own hands are tied by the weight of my burning remorse, not when my own grievous mistake has put my love on the
Her cries only dug my guilt deeper, a festering wound that refused to heal. But I knew I’d reached a crossroads, a choice between two loves my fiancée, Karissa, My Doll, the fragrance of refreshments that graced my life. And I’d already made a grave mistake, choosing someone else over my fiancée, even
If it was only for a fleeting moment.
“Oh god,” she gasped, her breath catching in her throat as she grasped her hair, pulling it taut in a desperate attempt to anchor herself to reality.
“I slept with an engaged man. I slept with someone’s fiancé,” she whispered, the words tumbling out like a dark confession. Her eyes widened in horror as the truth sank in, her mind reeling with the implications.
She fealed out, commering herself to the further end of the bed, her body trembling in disgust. She rubbed her hands together, a futtle attempt to scrub away the shame, before clutching her temples, as it trying to physically contain the turmoil brewing inside. Her face twisted, a mixture of guilt, and despair etched on her features like a scar
Her frantic actions only served as a severe reminder of the disastrous consequences of my deceit, a griin reality that threatened to consume us all.
My head thrubbed with a derocity that rivaled a tornado, each pulse a throb of veins uprising a migraine attack.
