Moving

They held hands as they walked towards his house. “I’ll see you tomorrow?” she asked with an unsuspecting smile.

“Yeah.” He kissed her cheek quickly before waving a little and walking up the steps to his house. She watched happily as the love of her life, the guy she was sure was “the one” walked up to the front door and felt her heart flutter in joy when he looked back. She was sure he felt the same way.

“Usual time?” she quizzed, almost knowingly, “Breakfast?”

“Yup.” he said again and entered his house.

The next day she stood crying, by the front of his old house. The old house that was empty on the inside, like her heart. The old house where her true love had once lived, where she would’ve had breakfast with him and then watch Sunday cartoons with him on the old, worn couch in his room. The house that held a sign of lies, of the words he never told her:

“Sold.”