Light, prolonged

春分 [19] / [33]

"But when I saw you so vulnerable in the hospital, I couldn't let you be alone, or even with Anna. So I decided to take care of you at my home. And Anna saw it. That must've made Anna think I kind of betrayed her. Because If I didn't come forward, she would insist on taking care of you."

Alexander was thinking of Anna. He thought she was attractive, but also thought of her as a coworker, not as a woman. She was his junior colleague, and much younger. She was always with Ed, not him. He'd never guessed she'd liked him as a man.

"Actually, at the last party in my house, she and I talked about you. I apologized to her, and she said it was OK. She also said that she won't have you in her heart anymore. And that happened between she and Ed. That wasn't a very nice thing."

Alexander gulped a full glass of wine. Whatever happened before, it's all in the past. He has Cynthia now.

"Hey, darling!"

Somebody almost yelled behind them. Cynthia and Alexander looked around. It was a fully drunken Violet. Her eyes lost its focus, her cheeks burned because of tipsiness, and she walked in a zigzag. She was approaching the table which they were sitting at. She almost collapsed right next to Alexander, and hugged his neck tightly.

"Come with me, honey. You don't know how much I've missed you."

Alexander was annoyed. What the hell is she even doing here. Violet had absolutely no shame, coming to their table while they were having drinks, especially after what she'd done to him. He still hadn't forgotten the sight he'd walked in on some weeks before, and he was sure it would be hard to scrub from his memory.

"What do you want?”

he asked in a gruff tone. Whether from drink or lack of care, he didn't bother disguising his irritation.

"I wanted to see you,"

she responded, with a smile and a wink.

Her manner irritated Alexander further, and Cynthia gave her a disdainful look. Violet was looking at him like she almost wanted to devour him. She flicked her face towards Cynthia and snorted in a very mean way.

"I know you,"

she said.

"You, disgusting hypocrite, you've always looked at my boyfriend, with that sober expression, but I knew that you made that face to hide your pants getting wet."

Cynthia looked straight at her without any reaction. Alexander’s indignation grew, so he tried to leave with Cynthia before thing's escalated further.

"Did you sleep with him? Yes, of course, you old cunt!"