The Lie
'Come on, pick up the phone,' she muttered anxiously as she dialled Steve. Continuously she watched the news, flipping to numerous channels, silently praying that her fiancè was safe in Russia.
Reaching the Russia's premier news channel, she let out a sigh of relief. In the city Steve was staying for his business trip, there's a small riot reported nearby.
Amid the crowded atmosphere, the reporter spewed out words as loud as possible. Then, her worst nightmare came true.
• • •
Grabbing a bouquet of fresh crimson roses, he held out a couple of dollars then strode out of the store. The lemon-gold glow slowly reached the horizon where heaven met earth. The world was blanketed with the breathtaking gradient of purple-aureate. The fragrant whiff accompanied the soft breeze as he waltzed by park, heading towards The Flavour, one of the most restaurant known for its scrumptious ambrosia.
After uttering his fiancée name, Felicia, to the receptionist, a waiter dressed in a monochromatic suit ushered the way. The sophisticated dining area was in a glass dome. A quartz chandelier glimmered as it hung from the ceiling. Aromatic smell entered his nostrils as he passed by diners who were indulging the dishes. The clashing of his heels against the floor were muffled by the burgundy carpet laid across the room.
Arriving at the table with the reserved sign, he sat on the ornate cushioned chair. The roses glistened with dews on its divine petals under the glitter from the lighting. Tapping his fingers ebony table, he gazed out the floor-to-ceiling glass. The celestial moonlight shone over the serene waves. The cream crescent hung up in the pitch black sky with tiny sparkles scattered across its boundless canvas.
Waiting for Felicia, his excitement bubbled up at the thought meeting her after a long gruelling period of work kept them apart.
After an hour, anxiety kicked in. He pressed 'call' on his phone. The moment he got hold of her, he uttered her name urgently.
' Steve, I want to ask something,' she mumbled, her words sounded cold and distant.
' Anything,' he answered readily.
' What was the colour I wore during last year's Valentine? ' she questioned.
Without a second thought, he threw out the word 'Orange,' The moment that word got out, a lady in an orange ruched lace up mini dress sashayed towards him. The recognition made he feel a cold shiver down his spine. His face whitened. She knew...
' Hi, honey,' the escort called seductively, her hem was riding up as she strode along the red carpet.
' Goodbye.' she whispered and phone went dead. The world came crushing down. The petal turned brown at the short of water.
• • •
She squinted on the television screen. A couple passed by at the background. Silver blond hair, tan skin and familiar sky blue eyes now shone with delight. She caught a glimpse of the ruby, glinting at top his button-down shirt with the sliver chains around in the symbol of infinity. An early Valentine gift she made for him was now witnessing the betrayal unfold.
A gasp fell out of her. Tears spilling down her cheeks without knowing. She cupped her faces and let go her floodgates as she lied on her couch, silently telling herself that he would come back and confess his mistake. Everything would go back to where it belonged.
A pristine diamond sat elegantly on her finger as she waited.
A year passed.
He never did.
• • •
After hanging up the last call they would ever have, she looked at the calm sea. Waves of water accompanied her pain as she stood at the pavement of London Bridge.
Letting go a deep breath, the band was removed. Every second was agonizing. Flashbacks of their lives together bombarded her mind. Her broken heart beating could be heard among the noisy street as she blanked out. With a great might, she threw it into the water. No dropping sound could be heard, as insignificant as how their future would ever be.