Ma chérie • Kylian Mbappe

31. Clarity

"What the fuck Emma, why do you act like you don't know what I'm talking about?!", Kylian screamed at me.

"Stop screaming at me!", I shouted back, "Please, what happened? What did he say?"

"What did he say? So you're not even surprised he called you?", he said.

"Wait no that's not-"

"Yeah whatever", he interrupted me and got up from the bed.

"What are you doing?", I asked him when he started throwing his stuff into his suitcase.

"Packing", he spat back.

"Kylian, stop!", I grabbed his arm, but without effort because he just pushed me away again.

I can't believe this. A moment ago we were just fine, everything was good and now..

"He texted me a few days ago from a new number..", I told him after taking a deep breath.

No answer.

"He asked if we can meet up for a coffee, but I didn't reply. I just left him on read", I added.

"Yet a few days later you go and meet him", Kylian hissed under his breath still packing up his stuff.

"What? No! No, that's not true. Did he say that?", I wanted to know, shocked at what he is just accusing me of.

Again no answer.

"Kylian what the fuck? What did he say? I didn't see him again since the day he suddenly stood in my room. Why would I do that? Why would I go and meet him after everything?", I yelled at him.

"I don't know. You tell me!"

"I don't know what he told you, but it's not true! Yes I didn't tell you about his text, but that's because I don't even wanna think about him! I ignored it, I ignored him and I love you! I fucking love you so much Kylian!", I started crying, "Don't you see that he's doing that on purpose? He wants us to fight! He wants us to break up!"

"Why didn't you block his new number?", was the only thing he said now stopping what he was doing and looking at me.

"I.. I didn't even think about it I don't know I just left the chat and didn't want to think about him any longer. He's dead to me, you know that!", I replied, "Do you really believe what he says?"

"I don't know", he said.

It feels like there's more to it. It feels like he's keeping something from me.

He stood there with his gaze focused on the ground. Gently I grabbed his hand.

"Mon chérie, what's wrong?", I asked him.

This time he didn't pull away. I noticed he was thinking, so I softly rubbed my thumb over his hand.

"Kylian", I spoke.

"Am I not enough?", he suddenly asked as his eyes met mine.

"What?", his question caught me off-guard.

"You heard me", he said.

"Kylian I don't even know why you would even think that in the first place", I said.

"Obviously your ex is still playing an important role in your life, your parents are on his side since they have just forgiven him like that and.. you kissed Presnel when I was away.."

This hurt. Because I knew he was right.

"Kylian you are more than enough!"

"Surely doesn't feel like it", he said.