Vallily
The light from her car dashboard was bright. She clicked the tiny button to mute it. He looked over at her. They were parked by a rambling beach, with only the shore line staring back, illuminated by the light of the moon. "Her name is Adriana." "Oh." "Well, I mean, you asked." "Did you expect me to be happy about it?" "We didn't say we were only seeing each other." "We didn't agree we needed to lie about it." "So, we're okay then." "No. It would be one thing if this was the arrangement, if we both decided to be open about it. But, we didn't. I'm not angry about her, I'm angry about you." "So, that's it?" "Yeah. I guess so." He exited the car. She put the keys into the ignition and the dashboard returned to its original luminosity, her headlights beaming on a stormy ocean front.
She made it up. Every ounce. Every fiber. Every tingling hair on the back of their necks. It was all fabricated. And she told the all, whirling around, frantic with regret and no means to take it all back.
She climbed up to the top in worn out shoes. He follow behind, slow, but steady. He embraced her at the last moment. Her head was chaotic, holding onto its calamity, like it was the last thing on earth. "There we are" he said, pointing down to the valley below, "There we are. Happy."