The woman was screaming underneath Dean as he was pounding into her. How he hated those loud women. Of course they shouldn't be silent in bed but he hated when they screamed so loud that it seemed fake. He put a hand over her mouth to silence her as he finished.
"You're not staying?" She asked as he got dressed right after they were done.
"No, I got work in the morning," he answered.
"Call me later?" She asked.
"Look doll, it's really not my thing. Tonight was fun but let's not build to it," he answered.
"So you just used me?" She asked mad.
"I never made any promises," he answered, turned around and walked out of her apartment.
Veronica breathed in the morning air as she walked out of the house. They had moved back just three days ago. She couldn't believe they had been away from this town for ten long years. She couldn't say that she'd missed it. It held so many bad memories.
She walked to the supermarket. Not because they were actually in need of any groceries but because she wanted a bottle of wine. Randy would be away over night on one of his many business trips and she felt like getting drunk and dwelling in her own misery.
She grabbed a bottle of white wine and made her way to the counter. She looked at the man behind the counter and dropped the bottle. It made a loud sound as it smashed on the floor. He turned his head and looked at her.
"Veronica?" He asked.
"Hi Dean," she said in a low tone, almost whispering.
"Oh my god, it really is you," he said.
She dropped to her knees and started picking up pieces of glass. He hurried towards her to help.
"Careful not to cut yourself," he said.
Still the same old gentle Dean that she remembered. They got all the pieces of glass up and he wiped the floor.
"I didn't know you were back," he said once they were done.
"Just got back three days ago. I didn't know you were back either," she said.
"I moved back here four months ago," he said.
She nodded.
"So how's life? I heard you married Randy. Is that true?" He asked.
"Yes," she said and looked down at the floor.
"Guess your parents were right after all, that you belonged together and shit," he said with a slight hint of jealousy in his voice.
"How about you?" She asked, not willing to respond to what he had just said.
"No wife or girlfriend. It's not really my thing," he said.
She just nodded. There was an awkward silence for a couple of seconds.
"Let's get you another bottle of wine," he said.
He walked with her to the wine section.
"You should try this instead," he said as he reached for another bottle of white wine than the one she had taken and dropped. "If I remember your taste correctly, this is more up your alley."
"Thanks," she said and took the bottle as he handed it to her.
His fingertips briefly ran over her hand and she felt her cheeks get warm.
They walked back to the counter and she paid for the wine.
"Don't be a stranger, okay? Come back here and let's catch up," he said.
"Okay," she said and smiled before walking out.
She took a trip down memory lane that night while drinking the bottle of wine. She remembered all the good things between her and Dean. She went through some of the boxes she hadn't unpacked yet and finally found the letter from him she had kept for ten long years. The only letter he had sent her. The letter that broke her heart and made her accept her faith with Randy. She read it again and let her tears fall as so many times before. The words written were so cold and didn't seem like the Dean she had been with. She folded it again and put it in her purse. At some point she had to ask him about it.