The other guy.

Girl, I’m sitting here wondering what it is that we’ve done?

Baby who am I to be that other guy?

‘’I’ve had enough of all this’’ she whispered as she slid on her bare knees while the male looked away. Too much damage had been done—nothing that he would say or do would undo the damage. He eyed the room warily, things we’re everywhere; broken vases on the ground with flowers scattered around them.

The flowers that represented their fourth year together.

He took a step closer but froze instantly when he heard her hoarse voice—barely a whisper telling him to stop.

And then he knew he messed up badly.