Right Again

She watched them walk through the archway of the door into the hallways where they would wait for the elevator. She watched them painfully as only a few days ago this would have been her. She always walked him to his car. But tonight, his interest lie elsewhere and she would never again be the girl waiting with him for the elevator. He didn’t call her anymore; they didn’t share their ideas and dreams. She had been replaced ever so easily and no one even noticed. With a slow release of breathe she had swiftly become the third wheel in their entourage of two; the entourage that once was hers. She had lost him without warning or explanation and he didn’t even acknowledge the swap. He still smiled as he had before and presented himself as nothing had changed. Just like a man to be an asshole and not even know it she thought. It was integrated into their nature, they didn’t even notice when it happened. He had turned out just like everyone else, just like he promised he wouldn’t. “I’m different” he use to plead “I’m real, genuine even” and she had been dumb enough to believe him knowing that at some point he would surely prove her right. But she wanted so much to be wrong this time, for him to really be who he said he was. She hated always being right about them. She hated herself for being foolish enough to ever believe differently. But mostly she hated him for giving her hope.