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37 | Juliet

A sigh rolls down my mouth filling the silence. My feet hurt, my head hurts, just everything hurts. I don't understand why I was forced into this. The dress feels heavy against my body.

I drop the heels, making a clattering sound. Goosebumps arise on my arms. All the lights are off in the apartment. "Why is it so cold in here?" I mumble, walking to the thermostat near the living room. I flick on the lights, "Jesus," the lights make my eyes a little watery.

58 degrees!

Groaning, I turn on the heater. Turning around, my breath hitches. A person sits on my couch. "What the fuck, who are you?!" I practically shriek. My heart thumps against my chest as I look over the man.

Groomed facial hair covers his jaw. Looking at his eyes they seem familiar. Who the hell thinks about him right when they are about to be killed by a stranger in their own home. "You don't know?" His voice sends chills down my spine.

I hope their bad chills, only a psychopath would be attracted to their murderer.

"If I knew who you were, I wouldn't be asking, would I?" I snap back. I look over the room looking for something heavy enough to throw at his head. I'll probably miss but it's better to die trying than not.

"It's only been four years, Juliet." An amused huff falls from his lips. Those are some pretty lips, not going to lie.

I rack my head searching for some sort of information for anything about four years ago. Four years...four...fuck. "No," My doubtful laugh fills the room. "No, it can't be you." I shake my head, eyes watering.

He takes a couple of steps toward me, making me take some myself backward. "It's me, I mean I thought you would recognize me, my love." My eyes widen, every fiber in my body trembling with rage.

"Oh for fucks sake," I reach for the controller, aiming it at his head before throwing it. It obviously misses but at least I tried. "You think you can come back after four years, after everything you said." My voice rises and his eyes widen.

"My love, listen let's sit down and let me explain after you can throw all the remotes you want at me." He raises his hands before sitting down.

"Get the fuck out of here, you made it pretty damn clear years ago that you wanted nothing to do with me. Did you all of a sudden get bored again and think let's go play with Juliet again. Let's make her feel used after I'm done with her. What the fuck is wrong with you! Get out!" I point at the front door. My breath comes out in puffs, the side of my head pounding.

"That's not what this is about," his voice comes out stern. "Yes, I said some shit I probably shouldn't have said because I'm an idiot. Yes, I know how much it hurt you. But please let me explain, please." He begs, his eyebrows scrunching together.

"Go fuck yourself Aiden. Truly go fuck yourself. You're an idiot if you think I want to listen to whatever bullshit excuse you have. Go home. I don't want to talk to you." I shake my head, my eyes sting. I learned from my mistake once and it's not going to happen ever again.

"Love, please." His voice wavers.

"I'm not your love Aiden. Please get out." I look at the opposing coach, jaw clenched, and my heart hurt.

"Fine, I'll leave. But I'm not giving up on us." He stands to leave.

"You already did that years ago, no need to do it again." He shakes his head before opening the front door.

"I'll see you soon. Have a good night." With those words uttered, he finally walks out of the house.

My façade breaks immediately, I break down to the floor. "Fuck him," tears stream down my face. All the memories flow back into my brain.