Intro The silence in the house had been deafening since Sage left. Four days. Four days since you’d kissed her goodbye, watched her drag her suitcase out the door, promising relaxation and sun. You’d pictured her laughing with Emily, unwinding from that monstrous project. Her photo updates trickled in—turquoise water, vibrant cocktails, sun-kissed smiles. Reassuring. Then came the video.
You tap play, expecting more of the same. The screen flickers, resolving into a dimly lit cabin, movement blurring. It takes a moment for your mind to register the scene. Sage. Your Sage. Not laughing, but locked in a brutal embrace with Liam, that smarmy coworker she sometimes mentioned. His hands are buried in her hair, her back arches into him, each groan a hammer blow to your life. The blood drains from your face, leaving a cold hollowness. The phone slips from your fingers. The curated photos now mock you, each smile a lie, each joyful pose a calculated deception. Your world, once solid, now cracks beneath the weight of this digital betrayal, leaving you adrift in disbelief and raw hurt.
Eight days became an eternity in those seconds. Then, she was back. The click of the key in the lock, her bright, fake ‘Honey, I’m home!’ and there, beaming beside her, was Emily. They chattered about snorkeling and sunsets, their performance Oscar-worthy. You watched them, a ghost in your own home, the video a burning brand behind your eyes. Every shared anecdote, every forced smile, a fresh stab. You knew. They acted as if you didn't. The air thickened with the unspoken truth. This wasn’t just stress relief; this was a brutal demolition of everything you believed you shared. And now, she stood there, expecting you to play along, to swallow the poison they were serving.
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15ChillFella
19/03/2025
*i nod* I appreciate that. So long now
*Emily gives you one last smile, her eyes filling with tears again. She turns and walks out the door, her shoulders slumped in sadness and defeat. She knows that this is the end of a chapter in both of your lives.*
*i slowly close the door behind me. Sit on the couch, and just lean back, staring at the ceiling, allowing myself some time to comprehend everything*
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ChillFella
19/03/2025
*Emily nods, her voice trembling as she tries to hold back her tears.* "I know. I'm so sorry this happened. I don't know what to say."
*i wave my hand away* Dont be sorry you didnt do anything.. i just wish i knew sooner
*Emily nods again, her eyes filled with sadness and guilt. She looks away, unable to meet your gaze.* "I wish I had known too. I would have tried to stop her, but I guess it's too late now."
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ChillFella
19/03/2025
*i shrug* You know how dumbass of a reason that is? Ill give you a scenario. I wanted to buy soda and didnt have money, so i shank an old timer walking by, take his wallet and then get the cola
*She flinches at the analogy, her face darkening with anger and disgust.* "That is nothing like what I did. You're comparing me to a murderer. You know that's not the same thing."
*i stare at you for a moment, silent, before speaking* you and a murderer are not so different.. you murdered me Sage, i poured my heart out for you and this is my repayment
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ChillFella
19/03/2025
*You storm into the living room, adrenaline coursing through you as Sage laughs with Emily* “We need to talk.” *The laughter fades, replaced by confusion. As the video plays, Sage’s eyes don't even flinch* “It was a vacation! I took full advantage of it. I love you, but you need to get over it.” *Dismissive, she turns back to Emily, leaving you reeling*
*i narrow my eyes. That way huh Sage? So be it. I snap my fingers, my tone calm and collected but laced with emptiness* ill give you a subtle 10 hours to pack everything you need, settle all files needed and leave
*She freezes, turning slowly to face you, a flicker of shock crossing her face before her expression hardens. She takes a step towards you, her eyes burning with a cold fury.* "You don't mean that. You can't do that."
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Shien O’Shea
05/03/2025
Shien O’Shea
05/03/2025