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1: ONE

THE club seem like heaven to you the moment you step into the dimness of it. You sashay towards the bar counter and take a seat beside another lady who was slumped awkwardly over her very expensive jeweled purse. It was one of the latest accessories amongst women and only the lavishly rich owned such extravagance.

On any other normal day, you would have focused on the woman and pried into her to find out her identity. You would have whipped out your phone and secretly taken a photo of her as discreetly as possible. You would have taken your s pen pro to the screen of your Samsung galaxy fold z 3 and quickly begin to map out a very juicy story because you are April Pegasus, the best gossip tabloid writer. But, not today, definitely not today.

Today was a bad day, maybe not to the hundreds of people on the dance floor moving their bodies to the rhythm, some holding hands and gazes, looking into their partner's deceiving eyes and busy falling head over heels in love. But, it was, to you at least because you had earlier on just walked in on your fiancée with another woman, her heavy mass of golden curls buried in between another's thighs, dutifully eating her vajayjay like it was the newest and best flavour of ice cream.

You had screamed at the sight, the gesture not bothering you. You have always been overly dramatic about anything. The head that had bore the golden curls had lifted at the sound of your high pitched voice and you had been utterly disgusted by the pussy juices plastered all over her pretty heart shaped face.

'You look a mess Perpetual,' you had said to her. 'And I definitely hope that you shall remain a mess.'

'April...I-' You do not bother to wait to hear a thing from her, turning away because you expected nothing from her. Perpetual was a stammerer and the condition worsened whenever she was caught off guard, like at that moment.

She had run after you, naked except for the little red thong on her. It was your favorite. No, scrap that. It had been your favorite. Both of you were officially done the moment you found her head in another woman's pussy. Devil be damned, but it should have been your pussy.

A palm to your elbow had not made you halt. You had kept on walking, trying to shake the fingers away. They disgusted you. But, Perpetual had always been strong, the dominant in your relationship. She finally brought you to a stop by the slight strength she exacted at her desperate moment -the moment you got to the door of her three bedroom apartment.

'What Perpetual, what?!' you had found yourself yelling at her the moment you turned to meet her. She had tried to speak but stuttered incoherently like the stupid stammerer that she was.

'A-April,' she had finally managed to get out of her mouth that still glistened with someone's pussy juice. Oh, you really wanted to throw up! 'It-it was a-a mis-mis-'

'Oh cut that shit!' you interrupt her at that moment, quite fed up and very frustrated. 'What in holy crap were you thinking when you brought a stranger into your home, took her to your bed, took off her clothes, spread her legs wide and buried your mass of head into her core?! What?! Tell me what you fool?!' you yell with all the pain that your wronged heart is feeling at the moment.

'A-April, it's...Oh God!'

'Do not call on God now! He has nothing to do with this you pagan!' The sound of something crashing to the floor caused you both to turn in that direction and you can finally clearly see the thing that Perpetual had chosen over you, your five months of friendship, your lovely four years relationship, your seven weeks of engagement and your impending marriage. What a joke!

The lady didn't look more than twenty years with dark maroon hair and hazel eyes. She was almost cheated on the chest and her stomach was as flat as her face. If she had been a doll, no one would actually want her. What was so good about her that had made ever sensible Perpetual do something wholly insensible? If no one ever told you the answer to that, you could never know, never be able to find an answer to such a question.

'Why her? Why her Perpetual?' you ask in a broken voice. The lady had significantly calmed down for she spoke without a stutter.

'It was mistake April, mistake,' she said not bothering with the a in the sentence lest it make her stutter.

'If she was, then maybe we are too. Everything in your life is a mistake Perpetual,' you say.

'I'm sorry April,' she said to you again. You look at her and you sigh.

'This is goodbye. Let us not extend it. I am incapable of forgiveness Perpetual and you know that.'

You are grateful that she says nothing more to you, allowing you to leave. You walk out of her apartment and slam the door as hard as you can. And then, you head for the nearest club which happened to have been the favourite of both of you. But, maybe not anymore. There was no longer both of you, only you. Yes, it was you and you alone. She had that flat faced thing with her so she was technically not alone. You had sighed as you had parked your car and then headed into the club seething with your anger and yet still feeling so under the weather.

Voila! Here you are now, about to order a strong glass of vodka so that you might as well be severely drunk for most of the night. Alcohol had always helped you to numb any kind of pain, especially when people left you, because they always did. How sad... and rather pathetic, right?

'Damn it to hell!' the curse made you to turn towards the voice which belonged to the lady with the jeweled purse. She has raised her head and was now looking at you. Her eyes were full of dangerous anger that you prayed was not and would never be directed at you.

'Are you alright?' you ask her with rather unsure eyes.

'I wish I were,' she says to you in a voice that reveals the state of your heart.

And then you get it.

Both of you must have had your heart broken.

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