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Recap:

The door opened and I stared at the person in shocked.

"A-August?" I choked out still in shock to see him

"Hey love." He greets with a wicked smile but I stood still.

Why didn't Symone or Alex tell me he was here??

I knew I had to face him someday but I didn't want today to be that day.

"Um.. Hey is Symone here?" I ask avoiding his eyes.

"Yea, come in." He says moving to the side allowing me to enter. I left his eyes on me until I took a seat in there small living room area. They had a nice view of the city. I sat quietly staring out the window. I felt small under his intense glare and I want to say something but I honestly don't know what to say.

"How've you been?" I gained the courage to ask

"Well apart from you breaking my heart, I've been good." He smiles

Nice one August.

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Aaliyah's POV

I stared at him lost of words. Not because I left bad, but because he had the nerve to say that. After everything I've been through with him... he think his heart is broken. He hurt me so much and the one time I did something to benefit myself, he's going to try to make me feel bad. 


"Look August... I didn't come here to argue-"


"I'm not arguing. You asked me a question and I answered." He cuts me off


"Whatever, can you go get Symone please." I sigh crossing my legs


"You're not going to acknowledge the fact that you left me in our bed after you promised not to." He scowls


"You didn't acknowledge anything we you used me a f*cking bet." I spat and he stared at me shocked


" We've been over this liyah." He says calmly


"Okay and we've been over the fact that I didn't want to be with you anymore." I say rolling my eyes 


"Why liyah? You said we were fine." He frowns


"We weren't August." I sigh


"What happen to you? You're not the same Aaliyah that I-"


"Don't go there August. Just because I'm finally moving on with my life, you think I'm not the same. I'm just tired of whatever this." I sigh


I love August, I do but that doesn't mean I want to go back to where we were.


"What do I have to do to show you, that this time everything will be different?" He asks sounding desperate


"Move on." I say finally looking at him


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