Sesame Syrup Pt 2
Following him all the way up to his bedroom felt like eternity. Memories flashed in and out, of the laughter, cries and hatred. It would be a lie if I said I missed this bed, the one I would lay on pretending to be asleep whilst sneaking glances of him working away. Sadly, that version of us does not exist anymore, especially not after what I'm about to uncover. I say goodbye to us in my head as he turns around to close the door once I've entered. Emphasising how he has me wrapped round his finger again, he looks so proud of himself, his ego making him oblivious to what is about to happen. His phone starts to vibrate violently in his pocket, instantly he grabs it swiping on the call. "I'll be back in a second, make yourself comfortable." He gestures at the unmade bed. Politely, I nod even though I decline the offer in my head as if he really thinks I want that right now, the fire ignited itself instantly feeding the rage that bought me here but I had to be so car...
