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Her voice replaying in his mind, the sweetness of her tome sinking into him like the slow effect of aspirin on a headache, he erased her message from the machine.
She had left more than one.
The second not much different than the first, except she cut short when a creak followed by the other's voice became audible in the background.
His jealousy flared. She was calling from the phone by the bed.
Did she not realize the extent of the wounds she was inflicting on him, or did she just not care? He wondered, stung by the nerve of her expressing a concern that seemed less genuine in the light of the evidence at hand.
It was done, he knew that there was no going back. The time stamp on the second message said it was fairly recent, preceding his arrival at the door by mere minutes.
He was going to say what he had to say even if he caught them as they_made_love.
He downed a cup of bad, bitter instant coffee to shake his nerves back into a more wakeful state. His stomach growled from a mizture of hunger and hangover nausea. Passing over the pop-tarts, the croissant or the frozen waffles, he grabbed a pear from the fruit bowl on the table as he dialed another cab to take him back to his car.
He was going to say what he had to say. If she didn't like it, it was just going to be too bad.
Love and hate were colliding inside of him, twisting and intertwining like the components of the yin-and-yang.
This was one betrayal too many, and regardless of her protestations that she did, he no longer believed her when she said she loved him.
He handed the cabdriver a $20 for a 9 dollar ride and told him to keep the change.
"Why so down, buddy?" the cabbie asked.
"Sorry, man" he answered, "i'd rather not talk about it. No cause for concern"
"No problem. I understand"
Did he really?
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