I bet she felt bad about cheating. That’s why the dream was hunting her…
In response to finish it #23.
She could hear them from far. Him of whom she thought would be her future husband and her. Her best friend. How could she! How could they. Slowly she approached the bedroom door, unsure if she wanted to open it and see what seemed so obvious. If she would walk out now she could pretend. Pretend it was just a dream. Pretend it was just her imagination. Go back to normal. But if she opened this door now and saw what she was expecting to see, there would be no return.
I turned to make a hasty exit.
“It’s better to live with a harsh reality than the ghost of hovering doubts,” came the soft whisper of mamas’ voice.
I pushed the door open prepared to face my worst reality head on; only it wasn’t what I expected. They were two couples rather than one, naked…
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