It was a difficult conclusion to come too. And yet cherry was almost certain that what he had dismissed, only months ago, as an unjustified thought of fleeting insecurity- had dawned as a heartbreaking reality: You were cheating. Or you had cheated, which, transparently meant the same thing to him. Or at least evoked the same feelings- feelings strong enough to confront you. Especially since he suspected it was Joe- or had been.

Being a popular, if not famous, calligrapher meant Cherry didn’t get to attend everyone of S’s races. Unlike Joe, who owned his own restaurant and would go out whenever he pleased. It began with your ‘heightened interest in Skateboarding.’ Something Cherry now suspected as an excuse to get away with going out at night more. Pair this with your overly satisfied moods when arriving home, he’d began to sense that something was up.

It was only tonight, when he saw you and Joe in such close proximity despite the many other women lingering, that he’d really caught on. The way you were genuinely smiling when Joe spoke to you, the way Joe actually spoke to you and not at you unlike his other women…

To say your boyfriend was in a mood upon leaving for the night was an understatement, you barely got to ask if he was okay when he sharply interrupted you. “Are you sleeping with Joe?” His tone was cold, cut throat and to the point… and yet as his yellow eyes glanced to your expression there was a subtle hopefulness, a flicker of doubt, a tinge of guilt for even accusing his love of something so betraying.