28 | i am, wide awake

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The car braked as we stopped in the middle of nowhere. I sighed deeply before turning to look at Gio, who was distraught. His hands were shaking and I couldn't tell if he was angry or upset.

"Who else knows?" He said in a low voice as he held my ultrasounds in his hands.

"Avalon."

"What do you expect me to do with this?" He asked in disbelief as he looked at me for the first time since I broke the news.

"I-I don't know. You called me a liar so I'm proving that I didn't lie-"

"You came all the way here to say you was right?!" He yelled and I flinched slightly. I took a deep breath and faced him.

"The baby is dead. Our baby died. I thought you should know in case you was expecting me to pull the weight and raise the baby alone."

"I wasn't. I said do whatever you want-"

"Are being serious Gio? Like is this a joke, or do you actually not give a shit about my existence anymore?" I asked because honestly it was killing me inside that I didn't know the truth.

"Our baby died! Are you honestly sitting here right now and telling me that means nothing to you?" I asked and he didn't answer.

It took me a month to pull myself together to tell him. It only took him a few seconds to dismiss me because of it.

"You said you loved me, you told your own father that you loved me. You was going to take me to Italy-"

He laughed humourlessly.

"You believed me."

I bit harshly on my lip to suppress the tears as I lowered my head.

He rolled down the windows and tossed my ultrasounds outside before sliding it up again. One of the sheets stuck slightly to the front window of the car and we both watched it blow in the other direction.

It was like watching our relationship fly away.

"I don't want to shout, I just feel like I deserve an explanation-" I whispered and he cut me off.

"No. You don't. I thought we were meant to be, and then something changed-"

"Was it Amelia?"

"No! Dammit Riley it had nothing to do with Amelia! The problem was you! Us! It wasn't working!"

"And when we're you planning on telling me that? When I accidentally walked in on you and her playing 'happy families' in your living room?" I questioned sarcastically and he angrily hit his steering wheel as I crossed my arms.

I can't be bothered to deal with him anymore.

He turned to look at me and I stared ahead as the rain began to fall on the windows.

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