After a few more days of fun, the two found themselves cuddled up on Mark's bed, watching romance movies that were making them even hornier. In the middle of the sex scene in the movie, there was a knock at Mark's door and he did the logical thing: he went downstairs to see who it was. Melina was left there alone on his bed for what seem like hours but was really only about 20 minutes. As soon as he came back upstairs, Melina saw it, she saw a small trace of pink lipstick on his lips. That's when she knew.

"Mark...what's that?" she pointed to the lipstick on his lip as he sat down on his bed.

"…I don't know if I can do this anymore…" he spoke softly from his side of the bed.

"Why?" she asked, her voice quivered.

"You have to understand…" he said, turning his back to her.

"She's back. Isn't she?" she didn't even need an answer, she just knew.

"She's…she's…" he was speechless.

She got up, "This was just lust, wasn't it."

"No." he bit his lip.

"It was, I know it. So you can just stop lying now, I'll get dressed and leave, like this never happened" she reached for her bra which hung from the doorknob.

"So that's it…" he stood up, unafraid to be uncovered, "that's the end of this story? You leaving me?"

"No, it's us moving on...I'm sorry it had to end this way..." she said as she felt a tear slip out and trickle down her cheek.

And before she left she looked back at him sitting on the other side of the bed, his head in his hands, and she took a deep breath…

And left.

On her way out, she passed by Michelle and nodded. Because Michelle had won, Michelle had everything that in a few short days, Melina wanted. Once she was outside, she was about to open her phone and call her a ride, but decided to take a walk, to get her mind off least for a little while.