Bad Blood

His heart sank as he walked by. His head hung in disappointment. He watched her walk on, she and the young man were engrossed in their petty play, he bet they had not noticed him. The man touched her nose and kissed her on the cheek.

What? Who might he be? What is happening? He heard people speaking as he walked by? He did not care to pay attention to know who they might be. All he wanted to do at the moment was head home, to his bed.

He saw a handful of his ex-classmates, who becomes to him from a distance. He walked on though he has not seen them in a while. The first thought which came to hi was to go over and say hi. Out of the blues, a feeling of numbness washed over him.

How could it be the one whom he loved and had been faithful to?