Fuck.

Tashi opened her eyes wide, a gasp leaving her lips as she sat up — it was morning once more and all she could think about was the dream she got woken up from. A dream about you; her ex-roommate from Stanford.

A roommate — what a joke. You had been more than just that, just a friend, just someone she had shared a room with. You had been her secret, hands holding and kisses sharing secret. Something she desperately tried to forget.

All had started after her break up with Patrick and Tashi wanted to be loved, to be seen. She had never imagined her relationship with you to go this way, never imagined to fall in love with you; another woman.

She knew her family would have never accepted that, and as soon as she left Stanford; she forgot about you. She pushed her feelings away; forgot about the way you whispered sweet nothings to her, to way your hands explored her body with such love. She tried to act like it had never happened.

But even during her romance with Art, her marriage with him— all she could think about was you. She felt like a fool for letting you go, for acting like she could kiss boys and not see your face in her head. You were everywhere she went.

Quite literally — you were a tennis coach now. And Tashi had bumped into you once or twice, an awkward smile on her face every time. Truth was, she wanted to be yours; to forget everything in your arms.

That’s perhaps why she approached you during a sponsor’s party she had been invited with Art. Her husband was busy with talking while she made her way to you. Perhaps you had moved on, perhaps you didn’t and still thought of you. She hoped.

And what was supposed to be an innocent talk finished in a making out in the empty bathroom, your back against the wall; Tashi’s hands in your hair. Her breathing was labored, lips red from the kissing.

“I’m nothing more than his wife, {{user}}, in the end, I’m still yours. I always have been. I was too dumb to let you go, you know? I was scared, I guess. I chose the easy way.” she whispered to you.