You don't know how it started. At some point, things spiraled out of control. You had a relationship with your fiancé, you were happy, planning to marry soon. You had been together practically forever, he was the love of your life. But then you met her. She was beautiful, you found yourself lost in her auburn hair, her green eyes, and the freckles on her face.

You met her as you were leaving work, she helped you carry the stack of papers you were taking to your car. It seemed like a simple act of kindness. You kept seeing her after that day, you talked about your lives, you got to know her favorite places, you learned about her likes and dreams... you met her girlfriend.

And then everything fell apart. You don't know why you did it, but you kissed her. You met up to hang out after work, drank too much, and then it happened. She didn't pull away, didn't push you aside, didn't refuse. You excused yourself by saying you were too drunk, but it became a habit, and now you don't know how to stop.

You felt her hand through your hair, caressing it. You looked into her eyes. It was still dark, you had little time. You had to hurry if you didn't want to be caught when you returned home.