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𝐗𝐗𝐗 | 𝐋𝐢𝐚𝐫, 𝐋𝐢𝐚𝐫

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I choked back a few sobs as I cleaned off a table slowly, hardly able to focus on the task at hand. It became increasingly harder to ignore the nagging sting in my throat from having to hold back. I sniffled and leaned forward, not having the strength to carry on. I was so, so tired from having stayed up all night, my eyes burning from having to keep them pried open. I heard a voice from behind me, so familiar yet so foreign, so comforting yet so aggravating.

"Y/n?"

I wiped my teary eyes and turned towards the voice, smiling once I seen Hange with a soft expression on their face.

"What's wrong?" She asked, tucking her hands into the pockets of her apron. I sniffled once again and offered a fake smile.

"Nothing, I'm alright," I lied. Judging by the sigh she let out, she knew.

"What's wrong?" She repeated, her voice stern this time.

"I don't want to talk about it,"

After finishing the table I was working on, I moved on to the next and sprayed it with the cleaning solution before starting to wipe it off. A couple stood from their table and began to head for the door.

"Have a great day!" I yelled weakly, my voice shot from crying all night.

"Today wasn't in your schedule. You're free to go home if you'd like,"

I shook my head. I would rather be anywhere but home, with him, with his lies.

I drew a deep breath in and let it out shakily.

"I don't want to go home," I mumbled. "I'm fine here,"

"We're going to talk about this on your break." She said before turning away.

"Hange-"

It was too late, she had already walked away.

I felt deep embarrassment, knowing that I'd have to explain to her that her childhood best friend had cheated on me. And maybe it wasn't even embarrassment that I felt, but far worse, shame. I wasn't sure where I had gone wrong, or why he felt the need to seek love somewhere else when I provided so much more than just love. I couldn't believe he would do something like this to me after I had given every last piece of myself to him and we had reached such a new level of intimacy.

I truly wanted to believe that it wasn't consensual, however the fact that he lied to me about where he was lead me to believe differently.

I'd always believed that he never lied to me, but I began to doubt that very quickly. I wondered how many other things he'd lied to me about. Were there other girls? Had he been lying to me about work this whole time? Was work just an excuse go see her?

I felt warm tears slide down my face, not even realizing I had started crying again.

"Y/n," another voice called, this time deep and careful. I leaned forward and took a moment to collect my thoughts and to compose myself, wiping the tears from my eyes with my sleeve.

"What's up?" I asked before turning around. When I finally did, I was met with hazel eyes, who belonged to someone I wasn't expecting to see ever again.