Simon follows me out and slams the door.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck I'm sorry", I hear him say from behind me.
"It isn't your fault", I say as I watch the uber XL he's called for us pull up.
"You should have known sooner."
"I know."
"Does it change things?"
"I don't know", I say as I look up at Simon.
He opens the door up from me and I get into the back of the car as he carries my wheelchair into the back. Something about it not being Lucien makes my skin prickle.
I look back to Lucien's house. For some dumb reason, I expected him to be at the door. He isn't
He gets in the seat next to me.
"In his defence, I know he's meant everything he's ever said to you", he says as the uber starts driving. I know Simon is trying to comfort me but it makes my tears fall harder.
Simon unbuckles his seat belt and moves to the middle seat wrapping his hands around me and pulling me in to an embrace.
"He's not a bad guy Cyrene. I fucked up too tonight, I admit, I know it wasn't the way he wanted you to find out. I got wound up. Lucien was always the better of us two. Always the one with better grades, better girls. I always thought he deserved it after everything he went through with his family but sometimes everyone reaches their limit. I took my anger out on Lucien tonight because some silly girl hasn't replied to my messages for weeks and it wasn't right. I ended up hurting you in the process", he says apologetically. "I'm sorry"
"It's ok Simon", I say between sniffles.
"It's not, I hurt both of you tonight", he says.
"I accept your apology", I say, not wanting to ruin another relationship tonight.
"What are you going to do?"
"I don't know Simon."
The uber pulls up to my house. It doesn't even occur to me to check the time and I see its 2am. I see the light in the kitchen switch on, the car most probably waking dad up. I watch as his shadow moves from the kitchen to open the front door, with confusion across his face as he watches Simon, not Lucien, get out the car to grab my wheelchair.
I roll up to the house as Simon gets back into the car to get dropped off home, concern crossing dads' brows.
"Darling, what's wrong?", he says as I get into the house.
I finally feel my heart crack into a million pieces and spend the rest of the night crying in my dad's arms. I cry as I tell him what Lucien told me. I cry as I tell him I don't remember any of it. That I don't know why I left. That I don't know if this changes anything. And I cry at the fact that Lucien has said love three times now and I think I was ready to say it back to him before tonight.
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The 18th Floor
عاطفيةLooking for a job isn't easy, especially when 26-year-old Cyrene is in a wheelchair. Graduating from uni late and trying to enter the industry, Cyrene is finding out how hard life can be, not to mention how unaccommodating some employers have been u...
