Cheater.

The Door To Change

Eve entered their home, fists clenched to hide the tremble within her fingertips. The entry way was littered with pictures, memories of them. Eve wished she hadn't put so many up, as she avoided looking at any of them. She removed her shoes and kept her keys in hand, moving towards the stairwell.

"God please don't be true..." She hoped, before regaining her composure and heading up the stairs. She tried to ignore the familiar frames she was wandering past, but a certain smile caught her eye, and forced her to look. Eve stared at the picture, her eyes swelling up. Surrounded by fellow photographs of family, friends and adventures, it was easy to miss, but not for her. Slowly, her hand rose up to brush over the photograph, and as a tear fell, she wished she was wrong. Her feet led her to their bedroom. As she got closer, sounds flooded their house, growing louder with every step.

The sounds echoed around in her brain. Two voices. Laughter. Happiness. And it wasn't being shared with her. Eve sighed, looking down. That's when she realised she was stood on the landing, just in front of the door that concealed her fate. It's funny, the door seemed so tall to Eve now, so heavy. She went to open it, but the worry she was holding in seeped out into her hands. She clasped it with her other, shut her eyes and took a breath. The words of her 'mirror-pep-talk' filled her brain, giving her confidence in herself and pushing her to investigate. Eve knew she had to, and she had to be ready to see what was on the other side.

As her hand went towards the door again, her heart pounded harder. The sensation was growing stronger the more she forced herself to try touch the door, it seeming to exude an extreme heat to it now. Before she knew it, her breathing was becoming increasingly irregular. Her hand flinched back from her fate again, so she shut her eyes. She focused on slowing her heart down, and trying not to get worked up.

"I have to do this now," She told herself ever so quietly. Yet the door seemed so frightening, the contents inside seemingly life changing. What if it was awful? That doesn't matter, if she couldn't open the door, then they will have to. Suddenly, her hand rose before she could process what she was doing. Then, she knocked.

The voices fell silent. Hushed whispers came from within the room, barely intelligible to Eve's ears. She didn't care. She just stood. Waiting. Footsteps. Closer. She sucked in air. A shadow had now formed behind the door.

"Eve? Is that you?" They questioned, and Eve recognised their voice. The one she shares this room with, this home, was behind that door. In that room. With someone else.

"Open the door Carrie," Eve instructed bluntly, her voice sounding surprisingly monotone. The door knob turned slightly, clicked, and was soon opened. There she was. Face to face. Carrie looked shocked, and looked interrupted. Eve's eyes scanned their bedroom, and lying under their sheets was another woman. This must be Wren. So Harriette wasn't lying.

"What is your relationship with Wren, Carrie?" the woman asked calmly, shifting her gaze to glance out the window within the bedroom. Carrie tried to talk, but seemed to have the words catch in her throat. So she bit her lip and tried again.

"Evie, baby, please listen to me it's not what you-"

"What is your relationship with Wren?" Eve interrupted, locking her eyes with her fiancée. Carrie took a step back, her eyes wider than before.

"She's...please hear me out baby! I'm so sorry!" Carrie exclaimed, tears rising into those pretty blue eyes. There was Eve's answer, written in the lines. A guilty offender admitting to committing the crime.