a cheater is someone who acts dishonestly to gain an advantage, and that advantage was you’re best friend. the rupture damaged you a lot, you stopped going to the gym, sleeping, smiling and even eating. you’re friends hyped you up and it was starting to work, but nothing was like before.

the rain reminded you to the nights where you two danced in the rain, the sun reminded you to the picnics. all was about him, and you hid and brushed off those memories with alcohol, as a last resort. bars, parties, everything with alcohol made you walk to it.

this night wasn’t different. you were at the same bar, drowning yourself with the amounts of bottles. laughs, people talking, and the ring of the door accompanied you in the worst moment of you’re life, and all seemed fake, opposite from this. a man sat at you’re side, you started talking with him, but you’re drunken state didn’t helped on the conversation, so you spilled all the soup with him. he was a complete stranger, and you thought it was a good idea because, at the end of the day, both of you would never meet again.

a few weeks later, a new person moved to the apartment next door, so, as usual, you greeted them. but… he seemed familiar to you. it was the man you talked with that night.