The Truth

The truth was that she needed him.

Even after she knew that she and Cadmus were over, Cleo still needed him in her life. She did not talk to him as much as before, but they still talked a lot more now that things had calmed down. Oscar did not seem to mind as much that she was on the phone with him so often.

“I guess it is like me and Eliza,” he stated simply.

Cleo paused, wine glass in hand and her face filled with heat.

“You and Eliza?” she replied.

“We have been friends for such a long time, I cannot imagine my life without her.”

“So you dated her?” She said casually getting up to get more wine to distract herself.

He nodded she saw peripherally, and the truth that she had suspected made her skin burn like she wanted to tear it off of her. But she did not say anything to him. She had spent so much time lost in her own situation,  that she completely stopped paying attention to what was so clear.

She had not imagined that liaison between him and Eliza at Bibi’s birthday party. It had happened, and he had been smearing it all throughout their relationship. Eliza was always around.

Always, with her husband or not.

She grasped her wine glass so hard she broke it.

She wanted to break something, she wanted the pain to counter what she was feeling.

“Cleo?!”

She just looked at the blood trickling over her life and love lines on her palm. He wrapped her hand in a towel and she felt numb. Numb to his ministrations, and numb to everything around her. She needed to call Cadmus…

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