Daniel's Girl?

Tired...insanely exhaused and probably unfortunate I felt sitting infront of Serena. She sat stiff and unmoving with a stone cold expression plastered on her face. The cat has been out of it's cage and the worse has been revealed yet I'm uncomfortable to look at her. She looked in my direction, and I was hoping to find a trace of trust in those eyes which have mesmerized me; instead I found nothing...absolutely nothing but her tightly pressed lips warned me of the unforeseen. Loyalty is the foundation of any standard relationship and that has never been my best trait before. How do I mend the pieces of the broken trust even if it's not her whom I've cheated? Though, my loose character is a sign for her to end whatever is brewing in between us. Slowly and silently, something is happening to us...or atleast my shells are opening and I'm allowing her to see what I've always feared. Myself. My authentic version; the one which is capable of lust as well as love; infidelity and fidelity but