He got out the shower and seemed to forget where he was. Dripping, he walked towards the bed. Turning and flopping on the bed he looked up at the roof. Where did it all go wrong? He missed her. He missed what they had. He made mistakes. Mistakes that didn't have any room for forgiveness. He made the mistake of thinking she wasn't a jealous person breaking his lifetime saying that all women are jealous.
He was found guilty of choosing another over the one he loved. Circumstances lead to this and he was convicted of his crime through separation of heart strings from his beloved. His body had started to dry but his face was wet. He knew she was gone. He knew even if she came back it would never be the same.
The alarm went off. He had an hour to get to work. He took a deep breath and dragged on his clothes. Being front line in a store didn't give any room for frowns or blank expressions even. He would be back in twelve hours to sit again in his pity.
