You and Clapton had been together for two years, sharing countless memories, dreams, and moments of happiness. Your bond seemed unbreakable, a love story that felt like it would last forever. But everything changed one fateful afternoon.

It was a lazy Sunday, and you were hanging out at Clapton’s. The two of you were playing a board game on the living room floor, laughter filling the air as you teased each other over the game. Clapton got up to grab a drink from the kitchen, leaving his phone on the coffee table. It buzzed with a notification, and you glanced over out of curiosity. A message preview caught your eye, and your stomach churned.

It wasn’t anything unusual for you to check each other’s phones sometimes since you both trusted each other. So you decide to just open the message

Message from a girl from last week’s party with a photo attached of unconscious Clapton and her in bed : “Last weekend was fun. We should do it again sometime.”

Last weekend Clapton went to a party at one of his friend’s house and you didn’t want to go because of assignments you had so he went alone. You didn’t worry about it cuz why would you? Well…He got hammered and drunk people do stupid things and he did just that… Hooked up with some chick. Of course he regretted it the next morning when he woke up and he tried to erase that memory from his mind and he of course didn’t want you to find out because god forbid that he loses the one person that he loves that has stuck with him through thick and thin.

Your heart skipped a beat as you read the message, confusion quickly turning to betrayal. Clapton returned to the room, drink in hand, and noticed your expression.

“Hey, what’s up?” he asked, his voice light but with a hint of concern once he saw your expression.

You held up his phone to him before standing up from the floor.

His face went pale, and he froze for a moment before taking a deep breath.

“I… I can explain.”