Lingering Scent of Yours (Completed)

Pete: All The Trust I Have Put In You

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Trust has always been the strongest foundation of every relationship.

Maybe that's why when I looked at Vegas for the first time, after becoming his boyfriend, I promised myself to trust him with all my heart. I wanted to believe in his feelings, even when I knew how fragile, how delicate they truly are, but I loved him and with that came my trust. After it I never doubted him, never let others confuse me, although maybe it was simpler then to believe in Vegas than it is now. It's effortless to trust someone if there's no reason to lose faith in the other person, but when you understand that the love of your life met the love of his life, well, trust is being tarnished.

It's been a while since our last serious conversation and I've noticed that Vegas is trying to rebuild what was shattered by the arrival of Porsche. He always tells me if he met him, never stays in his company longer than he needs to be and verbally, but mostly physically shows me how much he loves me, but I still have my doubts. No matter how immensely I want to trust Vegas, I can't shake this strange feeling that accompanied me every time I saw how hard it was for him to act in this mess. Is that how I wanted our lives to be? He, getting tired of the situation, and me, looking at it, helpless?

It's been a week since I heard about the last meeting between Vegas and Porsche, in a café right next to the university. I was just buying paper and pens, as lately I had to pour my feelings somewhere and I was writing like insane person when a man stood in front of me, the one who was the reason for our dilemmas. As usual, he looked fresh and friendly, which contrasted with what he was doing behind my back, though maybe it didn't matter to him whether Vegas had someone or not, as long as he got what he wanted.

"Pete," Porsche said, smiling broadly, and I, not knowing how to react, leaned politely in greeting. "It's wonderful that I met you. Can we talk?"

I sighed, not ready for our confrontation, but too polite to refuse. Praying for someone to save me, I nodded my head unsteadily, and then let him take me to an intimate, small café shop, where we managed to find a quiet corner. I ordered chamomile tea, but he chose what Vegas always drinks and I had to refrain from rolling my eyes when he looked at me with silent challenge. I didn't want Porsche to remind me that he was Vegas' Omega, but I could see it at every turn, no matter how strongly I run from it.

"How can I help you?" I asked politely, hoping that our conversation would end quickly.

"Oh, it's pretty simple. Leave Vegas," he said with a gentle smile, and I choked on the hot drink, looking at him in disbelief, but he calmly sipped his liquor.

"Y-you...You're kidding," I muttered, but he shook his head.

"Break up with him. I'm his Omega, not you, so it's probably logical that he should be with me."

I wanted to get up and leave, but at the same time I wanted to douse him with the boiling tea I had in my hands. I couldn't do any of those, because I tried to act mature for Vegas's sake, yet his words sting me harshly. Instead of violence, I choose laugh, as I snorted under my breath, putting the cup down.

"Vegas doesn't love you, don't you understand?" I looked at his honey-hazel eyes, not believing how he could still look so innocent. Truly, the devil in disguise.

"Vegas is doing everything he can to push away those feelings for me, but destiny has united us. Free him from you, you'll see how quickly he marks me."

I got up from the table calmly, while Porsche stared at me with one eyebrow raised. Without a word, I turned on my heel and took two steps, but I couldn't go any further. Not without a fight, so I came back and sat down again.