༣྅⊹ ࣪˖¸𝐯𝐚𝐠𝐮𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭¸˖ ࣪⊹྅༣ ༯
𖥦 𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐬𝐭 𖥦
"hey we need to talk. are you busy?"
the smile on my face fell. i was standing at my table, hands shaking as it tried to twist a bottle of nail polish closed.
i had been in the middle cleaning up after an appointment, my mood fairly happy.
and suddenly i just felt like my whole world was crashing down.
i don't know what i was so scared of but i just didn't like the way that sounded. 'we need to talk'. if i knew he was gonna start the conversation like that then i wouldn't have answered.
"sure." i sat in my chair, nervously turning back and forth.
"i just wanted to clear something up," kyle explained though it didn't seem like he was excited to do so.
"okay." i breathed out.
"you have a boyfriend now?"
i hummed.
"malachi says you've been with him for a while." he was evidently accusing me of cheating on him. "and right after we broke up you let him meet your dad?"
i hummed again. god, why was he bringing this up?
"how long were you seeing him? before i broke up with you?" kyle asked, venom poisoning his words.
i really didn't mean to hurt him. i didn't think he'd ever find out.
"a few weeks maybe?" i chewed the tip of my nail. "i meant to end things with you but i was still in ottawa and-"
"did you even consider how i would feel?"
no. the thought never crossed my mind. i can't say i even cared about him enough to think how my actions would affect him. maybe he was right in saying that i was distant.
"what does he have that i don't?" his voice broke. "half our relationship you ignored me to be with him. what does he have, vivienne?"
"he understands me. i didn't have to hide anything from him, i could be myself."
that must've come out wrong because the next thing i knew, kyle was shouting in my ear.
"so you couldn't do that with me!? you didn't even give me a chance, vivienne! but you opened up to him after a week? i never even met your dad, how is that fair?"
"no! that's not what i meant! i just- we're not compatible to date-" i was desperately trying to explain myself but kyle had a rebuttal for everything.
"how would you even know that?"
"i don't know-"
"you never gave me a chance."
"i know-"
"why!?"
tears were building up in my eyes and i was shaking terribly. everything was starting to close in on me and i couldn't breathe. "i don't know."
"am i not good enough?"
"that's not it-"
"is it because he has more money?"
"no."
"so why do you love him and not me?"
"because-"
"you can't even answer that because you never gave me a chance." he spat. "you just decided that i wasn't worth your time and you moved on. it hurts, vivienne. i can't believe you'd hurt me like this. i can't believe you don't care."
"i'm sorry." i cried.
i guess guilt finally caught up to me. and it felt terrible.
༣྅⊹ ࣪˖¸𝐯𝐚𝐠𝐮𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭¸˖ ࣪⊹྅༣ ༯
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