𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑩𝑹𝑶𝑲𝑬𝑵 𝑽𝑶𝑾 𝑫𝑼𝑬𝑻 - 𝑷𝑨𝑹𝑻 𝑶𝑵𝑬
Their love was never meant to be gentle. But it was never meant to break them, either.
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𝒥𝓊𝒶𝓃 𝒞𝓇𝓊𝓏, a 21-year-old with a sharp tongue and an insatiable appetite for ple...
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"Juan", I hear him whispering
As my smile fades and a weight settles in my chest, I slowly turn to face him. It's been a year - an entire year filled with longing for him. My heart races as our gazes lock. His features, his eyes, his lips - they all come rushing back to me. He looks worn and thinner than before, but those eyes . . . they remain unchanged.
He walks a step towards me and I uncontrollably walk a step back. As I see his wide eyes, the shock in his eyes, I immediately regret it.
"Y-you work here? You have a new job?", he asks in a twisted way. He's obviously happy to see me but there's so much fear in his expression.
"No"
"What do you mean?"
"It's my restaurant. I'm the owner", I say as confidently as I can and as I should.
"Really?!", he smiles widely
Fuck, I missed his smile. No, I can't.
"Yes and now leave", I say without any emotions
His smile disappears and the fact that I'm the cause, hurts.
"I wanted to talk with you"
"You what?", I can't help but laugh, "You want to talk with me? About what? What the fuck do you want from me?"
"Juan, por favor"
"Leave. I don't want to see you"
"Please, just-"
"Carlos, no!", I yell, "What the fuck do you think you're doing right now? One year. One fucking year"
"I'm sorry I-"
"I don't care if you're sorry. I don't want to see your fucking face" Your fucking beautiful face that pisses me off.
"No", he says
I can't do this. I can't keep talking with him. Fighting with him. It just hurts and I want him to leave. I don't want to cry in front of him. I don't want to show him how broken I am. How much he broke me.
"Fuck off", I say loudly
"No"
"Why?", I yell, "You left once, so you can leave twice. It's not that hard, isn't it? Because the last time you did, it was pretty easy"
His face gets pale white and he stares at me. His eyes, lifeless. His face, tired. His lips, dry. He breathes deeply, not breaking his gaze from me.
A few seconds later he slowly walks towards me. Fuck, I can't escape. I need to go. I can't face him.
"Please, let me explain. I'm sorry I-"
"I hate you", I mumble
It's the only way I can make him leave. I need to hurt him. I have no other choice.
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