He wore his moss green aviator sunglasses like a badge of confidence. The way he pushed them up on his face made him look like he owned every room, every sidewalk, every glance. She used to love that swagger. To her, those shades weren’t just sunglasses; they were a symbol of the man she believed she knew.
But lately, something about him felt off. She could sense it instantly, with that unexplainable instinct only women carry. He was restless, cold, slipping away. The more obvious it became, the more afraid she was to dwell on it. Deep down, she feared that if she tore away the charm—the aviators, the bravado—she’d see the truth she couldn’t bear.
Still, she reminded herself: she was his woman. She endured the scrutiny, the whispers, while he flaunted their bond like it was his trophy. He basked in being the man with the young, graceful woman by his side, as if her beauty was an extension of his masculinity. For years, she overlooked his recklessness, his flirtations, his eccentric charm. His sweet words once intoxicated her, and she let herself believe it all.
But the signs stacked up, the late nights, the drinking, the growing distance. She knew. Another woman. That truth hit harder than any glare off his polished green lenses. And when he finally shrugged and said, “When we’re not together, I need someone else—it’s nothing,” her world spun.
She raged, she wept, she accused. He deflected, minimized, twisted. The arguments turned raw, each word cutting deeper.
At last, the showdown came:
She: “If you get to be with someone else, then so do I.”
He: “No. I can, but you can’t.”
She: “Equality doesn’t work only one way!”
He: “When I sleep with a woman, I’m taking advantage of her. When you sleep with a man, he’s taking advantage of you.”
She: “Don’t underestimate me—I can take advantage of a man too.”
The clash left them both hollow, their love poisoned by hypocrisy.
When she finally looked at him again, the aviators sat on the table between them, catching the light. Once, those Moss Green lenses had made her heart race. Now, they were just shades that hid more lies than truth.
She turned away, realizing the man behind them wasn’t the one she thought she loved.
