My entry for a writing exercise. 300 words on “distrust”. Characters are fictional. Names with resemblance to real persons are purely coincidental.
She drummed her fingers on the table, the glass cold under her touch, biding her time. A window for Yahoo! Mail was open on the screen, the cursor in the Username box blinking strangely in sync with her heartbeat, mocking her.
Do it. You know you want to. You have to. It’s the only way.
She shouldn’t. She really shouldn’t. She’s not that kind of person, the kind that pokes her nose where it doesn’t belong.
A chat window popped onscreen. “Hey honey,” it said. Her eyes burned at the term of endearment. It’s a wonder how a word that used to make her feel so special and effortlessly happy could suddenly feel so contrived. So…false.
“You’re out late again,” was her response. “Overtime at rehearsal?”
“Kind of. Hung out with the others for a bit after too,” he said.
“Oh okay. Who with?” She keyed in a smiley, glad that her webcam was broken and he couldn’t see her grit her teeth through the screen.
“Org mates. Garret. Jay. Therese. The usuals.”
Of course. Therese. She really should’ve guessed.
She’s a friend. I told you that.
“I missed you,” he said. It only made the burning worse. Hot tears leaked out as she squeezed her eyes shut.
She couldn’t take it anymore. She had to know.
It was almost uncanny, the speed in which her fingers hit the keys and entered his e-mail’s username and password. Within moments, the page has loaded and it showed five unread messages. Out of the five, only one stood out. There was no subject, but the header said it was from email@example.com.
She moved the cursor until it hovered over the link, her hand trembling on the trackpad.
A mouse click, a photo and a few seconds of reading later, she burst into tears and promptly shattered to pieces.