You cope, you hope

You stared down at the floor, looking how much you had cum and how far it had gone on the floor, before turning your attention back to the video.

Please, no. The realization, the clarity was setting in now, with all the **** it had to muster. Please… no.

All of this is a lie, right? The past few minutes were all an act from your sweet, loving girlfriend, right? You weren’t ready to lose her. You couldn’t imagine being without her anymore. You desperately scanned the video, watching her every move, waiting for some signal of some sort.

You recalled the way she used to wink at you when you two were sharing a secret. The sly smile she always had whenever she had something private to share. You searched for something, anything at all. A signal that you recognized from all those days you went out with her, all those moments you spent with each other, loving each other, happy just to be in the other’s presence.

Those days just can’t be over. Those moments can’t just stop. You **** your eyes open, and watch.

But there was no signal to be seen, not even an ironic one.

All there was was Carrie as she got to her feet, and Troy taking her in his arms and proceeding to give her a deep kiss, which she responded eagerly to. They wrapped their arms around each other, and neither seemed willing to be the first to break apart. After what seemed like forever, the two broke off the kiss, and Carrie then stared down at the camera with a contemptuous grin.

And the video ended, with Carrie on the screen, continuing to smirk up at the helpless you with nothing but mirth in her eyes.

With the video no longer playing, the phone screen eventually faded to black, leaving you with nothing but your reflection in the screen as you did nothing but stare back at your lonely, crying self.