The Secrets We Keep || Closed
Ruby sat in her favorite spot in the living room, snuggled up next to the window with one of her favorite books - The Alchemist. She had always enjoyed this book and even now, at 26, still found its themes relevant within her life. Of course, she wasn’t exactly living out those desires - not yet, anyway. Ruby closed the book, ending on a freshly finished chapter before peeking out at the front yard. Franklin still wasn’t home and it was already quite late - even for his occupational engagements. It had actually become a common occurrence.
Glancing around the room, trying not to become too perturbed by her fiance’s lateness, Ruby noticed Franklin’s favorite black coat lying across the back of the sofa. Exactly where he’d left it the night before. So much for not becoming frustrated. Lately, some shade of frustration was just about the only emotional state she had been able to experience. Placing her book down on the coffee table, Ruby crossed the room to stand behind the couch. Running her pale fingers across the surprisingly soft fabric of the jacket, a small sigh escaped her lips.
She picked up the jacket and dusted off some lint before folding it over her arm, in order to place it where it actually belonged - the coat rack (of all places!). Before she could do so, however, Ruby felt something poking out from one of the jacket pockets. Reaching her hand inside, she felt a plastic baggy within - full of… Something. She wasn’t quite sure. Wrapping her fingers around the plastic container, Ruby pulled the mysterious contents out of her fiance’s forgotten jacket.
“What the hell?” She blurted aloud.
Dumbfounded by her discovery, Ruby held the illicit substance in her hands and let the jacket fall, forgotten once more, to the floor. Why in the hell would Franklin be buying drugs? Was he really that unhappy? Or was he trying to mix things up? He was the one who wanted to give it another shot! Why did he need drugs if he was as happy as he supposedly claimed?! A million questions ran through her mind as she tried to process the events that had so unexpectedly unfolded. Still staring down at her hand, she heard the front door unlock.
