Sophie sits in a coffee shop in Wrigleyville with the same thought running through her head,
“I can’t believe..”
Not just once, but over and over in the way that the inflection of it means a completely different thing. I can’t believe how much I love him. I can’t believe I moved here with him. I can’t believe it’s over.
And fuck was it over.
Sophie met Eric 4 years ago when she was a junior at Duke University in Durham. One of her best friends and roommate, Nicole, introduced them. Sophie was business advertising major and he was a senior studying sports medicine. Eric got an internship with one of the big Chicago teams and after Sophie graduated she moved there to be with him.
Of course she had.
She loved him.
She had scored a great job for anyone right out of college; even if she did graduate with honors. They found an amazing apartment together and she had friends within months of getting to town. Her best friend Nichole was nearby, too, doing her graduate work at Northwestern. He seemed happy at work and with their life together. She thought he might propose. But then he started traveling with the team. She started working late on big, career changing ad campaigns. He would go out for drinks with some guys from the the team. He would come in so late it was the next morning – always freshly showered. He would say that he stopped by the gym on the way home. Too much extra energy.
She became suspicious. Bitter. She knew it was one of the cheerleaders. Or, the groupies that always hang out around the team. They were the reason why he hadn’t touched her in months. Not because she worked late and was becoming successful on her own.
Now, she sat in the coffee shop. She thought on the night before when she managed to get home early… for once. She caught the train home. She got an empty elevator up to the floor where they had their home together. She opened the door and walked in.
I can’t believe…
I can’t believe…
I can’t believe it was Nicole.