Shame On Me
She heard them. She heard her moans and she heard his cries of pleasure just behind the very thin walls. The tremendous amount of anger and betrayal just waiting to erupt within her fragile body had her shaking. Instead of ripping them apart like how she had briefly imagined, she did what she did best, and that was to pretend it never happened and walk away briskly but calmly out of their apartment.
She knew it. She somehow felt it, but each time it came up, she'd just push the thought in a very dark corner of her mind. She knew it, but she just couldn't seem to accept it until she fell right into the despicable act. Oh, how stupid she felt.
She needed to scream. She needed to breakdown and cry, and that's exactly what she did in the empty elevator. Her screams of frustration shook the apartment complex, but she didn't care at all. Then, as hysterical as it could get, she let out a few chuckles here and there. Her sanity had flown right out the window.
She was abnormal. She wasn't sad. She wasn't crying because of anguish, she was crying because she was utterly infuriated – infuriated with herself. She was ashamed at the fact that she had deliberately deluded herself into thinking that everything was okay in their relationship.
Oh, how stupid she felt.