(18+) Come & Talk to Me: A DeVanté Swing Fanfiction

Chapter 81: Come & These Hands Work Magic

Please excuse ANY grammatical errors.

December 25, 1996

~Taimak's P.O.V~

I turned around to the wall and shook my head. I leaned on the wall with my right hand. "You're right, I just don't trust you anymore. What do you mean? I have every right to not trust you after this."

"Then why are we still doing this?" Tia's tone saddened. "Trust is a very important part of a relationship and especially a MARRIAGE."

I turned back around to look her in the eyes. "You're right. Why ARE we still doing this Tia? Why? It's obvious that things turned from sugar to shit." I turned back to face the wall and leaned on it with my right hand again. "I love you, I really do. I'm IN LOVE with you, but after me continuously asking the same question and you lying, I just can't trust you. Yes, it's a very important part of a relationship, so why don't we just end it?" I asked her and looked down. She stayed silent. "I'm done. I love you but I'm letting go because this just isn't going to work out. I can't deal with someone lying to me. I just can't do it. You said it yourself, you hate liars, yet here you were all along..."

"Okay..." She said with a cracked voice.

That's all I needed to hear before I started to cry silently. Damn... Is this situation really worth us breaking up? I swiped my hand across my face to wipe the tears that fell down my face and onto the floor. Damn, my heart is broken. It's this really worth breaking up? Is this situation bigger than us?

"If that's what you want then that's fine." She told me.

"Fuck..." I mumbled to myself.

I'm conflicted. Maybe I'm taking this out of context and a little too far. Maybe I have every right to do so. This is confusing and this hurts. Maybe we're just angry and saying things. I wiped my face with my shirt, lifted up my head, took a deep breath, then faced her. I took another deep breath as I looked her in the eyes. I slid down the wall and sat with my feet flat and my knees pointed to the ceiling. I moved my legs side to side.

"Are we just angry or is this what we truly want?" Tia asked me.

"I love you but I don't trust you as I used to," I told her with a glance.

She sniffled. "Then it's settled."

"It's settled," I told her then looked at the floor. "But we won't tell them until it's almost time for everyone to leave." I looked back up. I can't fucking look at her face without getting even more emotional than I already am. "You worked hard to make this perfect and I don't want us to ruin Christmas by announcing this so early on in the day."

"Then that's what we'll do," Tia told me and I saw her nod through my peripheral.

She got up and went into the bathroom and closed the door. I sat on the floor for a while then decided to go to the other bathroom upstairs in her personal office. She has an upstairs in her room with a smaller room connected. It's used as a more personal one where she does more things. Before going into the bathroom, I took a look around the smaller room and saw some of our pictures lying around.

Is this what I really want? That's the question that just keeps running through my brain. I shook my head at the thought, then went into the bathroom. This was supposed to be ours and it was supposed to be a nice day. Everything is in shits at this point. This day can't get any worse and nobody can tell me otherwise.