2 months earlier

It had been 3 days, no calls, no texts, no sight of him.

Who should I be talking about? My boyfriend, spy.

As I had said, it has been 3 days, that was, until later at night, he had called Me, and I was frantic, i had been worried, but what I heard had made my heart crumble into little pieces.

I heard spy talking, he was saying things like "Amour, you are my one and only," "I love you, and only you," "I 'ave been very lonely, and lost wizout 'ou."

After each sentence came a female voice speaking back, and I was able to make out some of her little whispers, and they were things like "and you, love, are my one and only," "I could only love you." It was heartbreaking. I couldn't bear it, him, the man that I loved, and trusted, was cheating on me.

After that, i hung up the phone, and cried.

Present day

It's now been two whole months since I last looked at spy, hell, it feels like it's been forever since I last spoke to him... but i just couldn't look at him the same.

Every time I thought of that phone call, i could feel apart of my heart break.

If you want to know what it felt like, just imagine a thousand little pins being inserted into your arm, Yeah, it hurts like hell. (I've never been cheated On, just how I imagine it feels like)

"Amour, are you okay?" I heard spy say as he knocked on our door.

Was he blind?! Clearly I'm not okay, i wanted to cry, scream, and just end it all. I had been warned by Medic, and Scout that spy was just a womanizer, but i never beleived them until I heard what was going on, on the other side of the line. But I needed to reply, or else he'd be inside the room, and i couldn't handle looking him in the eye. "Y-yeah, I'm f-fine, how are you?" I replied.

"I'm concerned bout 'ou... 'ou 'ave been distant lately," it must've been a pocket dile that night then I thought, as well as yeah, no shit Sherlock. I had recorded it, i didn't mean to, but it was a happy? mistake.

I started playing it, and just listening to it felt as if I was being stabbed over, and over again... and by the way I heard him slide down on the other side of the door, i knew he knew he messed up.

"A-amour... I'm sorry, i shouldn't 'ave... I know that now," he said, but it was too late.

"Lawrence, i have heard that for the last time, 2 months, 2 GODDAMN MONTHS!!!" By now I was a fighting the tears, "we're through," i said just above a whisper.

All I heard was quiet sobs coming from the other side of the door, then something lifting off of the door, that was the moment he fully realised what he had done, he messed up. He messed up so much that he lost his world, the one he truly loved.