G for Guilty

He was lying in bed when he felt his cellphone vibrate with another call. The name “George” was flashing. He let his voicemail pick it up and closed his eyes once more. He didn’t want to think.

He felt his chest tighten as emotions of guilt wash over him.

A tear was trying to escape from his eye when he felt a sudden movement from his companion. Her silky black hair smelled of flowers in spring. She looked at him with a question.

“I have to leave.”

Every word was heavy to say. She cried and her tears drowned him in pain.

He sat up and called back his boyfriend.

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