This is an excerpt from a story I've been wrestling with for months now.

I got into my car with no particular destination, but Providence took me to the parking lot of Tay's apartment building.

Well shit.

I parked the car and turned it off.

My head fell back with a sigh. I couldn't help but laugh a little. Normally in a situation of this severity I would love to talk to Tay, but this was not a normal situation. Yet something inside me prevented me from going anywhere else. I already knew what was going to happen, so I just decided to get it over with. I got out of my car and climbed the stairs to Tay's apartment. Three knocks and a few seconds later—

"Caleb," she said with an understanding smile. "I was wondering when you'd show. Come in."

"I couldn't even look at her. As I found my way to her couch she called from the kitchen. "Would you like a drink? I have a few beers in the fridge."

"Sure," I replied.

It was 10:30 in the morning.

Tay walked in with a bloody mary and a beer, which I took without looking at her. She sat across from me in an old recliner and fired up a cigarette.

"So," she started, then a long pause. "Caleb you know it was an accident."

"How can you accidentally fuck my girlfriend?" I snapped, finally looking at her. My outburst surprised us both.

"Caleb," she said in her most soothing voice. God I loved her. "Please, listen to reason."

"What would you know of reason, Tay?" Apparently I was out for blood. "You just fucked a girl who may have been my future wife!"

"Don't talk like that," she snapped angrily. "We both know you still love her." And she was right, but I wasn't ready to admit that at the time. However part of me must have known it because all of my anger suddenly escaped me.

"You fucking slut, Tay," I cried dryly. I had never felt more defeated. "Why did you have to bring your drama to me?" I'm not proud to admit that tears pooled in my eyes at this point.

"I'm going to chalk that statement up to your anger and let it go."

"Oh how sweet of you," I said sarcastically, still on the attack. Tay took a drag off her cigarette and sighed.

"Look, Caleb, what you've got with Sierra— it's not over. You can get through it if you try." She leaned back in her chair. "But I suggest you get your head on straight before you do something to ruin it for good."

I sat there on Tay's couch for months, maybe years. I looked closely around the room. Tay had been cleaning when I arrived, but there were still clues lying about. A cork and a used wine glass on an end table, a small lipstick smear on the arm of the couch. This is where it all went down. I was sitting on the scene of the crime. I looked back at Tay.

"Was it good?"

"Caleb, don't."

And with that I simply got up and left. It was 10:34