Another Dream

I open my eyes.
I awake in a large bed with no one around. The sheets on the other side from me have been slid off of and who ever was there is now in the kitchen. I know I am dreaming, I can feel it. I decide to look around.
As I begin to look at pictures on the dressers, I take in that I am a professional photographer & I am engaged to a gorgeous boy.
When I look down at my ring, I begin to feel everything around me shift. I forget that I am dreaming and this place becomes my home. These possessions and walls are mine and this is my life.
I am happy to be here. I am remembering that my fiance has just gotten back from a long weekend at his cousins and it's amazing to have him back. Smelling breakfast, I decide that I should see what he's making for me. He'll probably be mad that I woke up before he could bring it to me, but I love his face when he sees me come around the corner and he usually freaks out and tackles me and forces me to go back to bed so he can bring me the breakfast he worked so hard on.
As I creep through the hallway, I can hear that he's on the phone. I peek around the corner and he's wearing a crooked smile, one that he usually only gives me. He is running his fingers through his hair and laughing a nervous laugh.
"I had an amazing time with you, I really did. But I don't think we should do it again. I am getting married in the fall..."
I can't breathe.
"Maybe if I come out there another weekend before the wedding to get away, I'll call you up for another good time."
Holding my head, the walls begin to shake. I can't take to hear anymore. I've got to leave.
I grab a bag from under the bed and I begin to throw everything inside that is mine. Tears are building up so much that I can barely see anything, but I just let them stay like that. I squint, but only to see our pictures whisper lies in my ear.
I begin to think of us. I think about being with him last night. His deceiving finger running along my cheek bone and his mouth just kissing another girls mouth. I am disgusted. His hands, those eyes, that smile were no longer mine. They were used by someone else and I just received her sloppy seconds.
I throw the bag over my shoulder, finally clear my eyes, and begin to wedge off the ring.
As I'm going out the door way, he's turning the corner with breakfast.
"Where are you going, lady?" I walk right past him, making sure I don't touch him. I hear him quickly stride after me, putting down the breakfast on the counter.
"Sydney, wait. Please." He grabs my arm and whips me around.
"Don't touch me!" I scream. I feel an infected burn where he had laid his fingers upon me.
"Syd, please..." I put on my shoes and remember that I'm still wearing that ring. I walk past him again and set the ring on the table. It now means nothing to me.
"You heard that phone call?! Sydney, please wait! Can we talk about this, please!" His voice is filled with desperation. I don't know why, but I decide to sit down at the table. He sits down across from me, setting his elbows on the table and holding his hair out of his face, he begins to cry.
"I'm so sorry. I love you, I don't want you to leave." Is all he chokes out.
"I thought we were talking? But really, what is there to talk about? Are you wanting me to drive you to her house for your next good time?! Is that all that I was to you as well? A good time? Well, clearly you became bored with me..."
He interups, "You were not just another good time. I'm in love with you. I was just confused this weekend. I was drinking all weekend and I wasn't thinking straight. Sydney, you're my babe. I only want you."
"Really? Are you drunk right now? Because you were just on the phone with her saying you were totally ready to do it all again! You don't love me." I begin to choke back tears watching his fall down like rain.
"I'll never talk to her again Syd. Please. I'll delete her number, I'll never go to Jake's again, I'll stay with you forever. This will never happen again. I love you so much, everything we've been through is so wonderful. I'm not throwing that away because of one weekend." He is panicking.
"You can't delete a weekend. You cheated on me. You should have thought of everything we've been through when you were kissing her mouth. You threw it all away Jay. You threw me away."
"No! Please Syd, I'll go to therapy, I'll do anything to keep you here with me!"
"How can I trust you? Looking at you now even hurts. All I can see is her running her fingers through your hair and you giving her the nervous laugh that I thought was just mine. But here you've been sharing it. I feel so used."
"It was just her! This was just one time!" He is beginning to yell at me. I decide to yell back.
"Why the fuck should I believe you?! You lied to me last night! You were touching me after you had touched her all weekend! Put yourself in my shoes, Jay. Imagine me with someone else. Would you forgive me? Would you be able to erase those images out of your head? Could you let go?" I feel like my fingers are going to break because my fists are clenched so tightly.
"I would because I love you. I love you, I love you." He is sobbing.
"I love you. I love you so much. But I just can't stand to look at you any longer." I push the ring away from me and toward him. I slide out of the chair and out the door, never looking back.