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Don't Fucking Talk To Me (Angst)

(I'm Sobbing)
(More Angst but Roier Angst this time)
(Why On Wedding Day?)
(I don't even know)
(I'm sorry guys)

Roier's POV
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Why is he calling me? Whenever I pick up the communicator that has been rung over 10 times it's always him. Why?

It doesn't make sense. I felt like a five year old trying to figure out algebra, none of it making sense at all.

Every-time he called he would only be able to get a quick greeting or my name out, before I hung up and realized it was him.

I know, I can't avoid him forever but I can try. Like I was avoiding the plague, and he was the plague right now.

He betrayed me, left me to rot in this little place, by myself. It felt like all those parents leaving their children behind, for good. Promising to come back, but alas, they never did.

They lied to their children, he lied to me. Saying he 'didn't kill my grandfather'. If anything it felt like he hated me, like he was the Angel and I was the demon. Or he was the hero, and I had been the villain.

It will never make sense why he keeps trying to talk to me. Bad and Foolish keep telling me to answer, as they too are sick of the ranting they hear every day.

It was fine at first, quickly escalating to annoying. They wouldn't stop talking about him, Cellbit this, Cellbit that.

I've grown annoyed towards them too. It felt like they cared about him more than me. He was only here a few weeks. Yet it felt like they don't like me.

It made me feel a pit slowly growing in my stomach, the feeling of it eating me whole. Like an earthquake swallowing some of earth down, breaking it apart like he broke my heart.

I hate him, his stupid handsome self, his stupid perfect body, his pretty eyes, his skin, I hate his skin, the way it was as soft as a baby.

I knew I didn't truly hate him, how could anyone? He was perfect, he was everything you could dream of having. He was ripped away from me, as if I were a baby holding onto a blanket and my parents snatching it out of my hands.

The communicator started ringing. I didn't care, I barely even acknowledged it at this point. It felt useless for him to even try to talk to me still. I didn't move an inch. My friends weren't here yet. So they wouldn't care.

I sat in front of the fire place again, it was nice and warm. It made me think of him more, of his body when he encased you in a hug, the warmth taking over your body. It felt like a big giant warm teddy bear.

It never will make sense, I feel. Why he's calling, he has a good life. But I want him to suffer, he deserves it for betraying me and lying to me.

He manipulated me and tried to get me back. I can't hate him but I don't think I can love him ever again. Not after what he did, not after the manipulating and the lying.

It pained me, knowing people didn't care that much about me. I tried to seem okay however. It didn't work out that well.

I never truly cared about something or someone as much as I cared about him. But it would never happen. Like those myths were Cupid could never fall in love, only make people love each other. And if he had, it would be broken apart.

That's what had happened to me. I loved him, cuddled, kissed, held hands, make outs. But then it got broken apart, leaving me the broken one.

He'll never truly understand. How much he hurt me, how it affected me, why it affected me, if I was still affected now. I didn't care though.

I truly am a broken record, I could barely get any words out, being all over the place, words jumbled up. Everything not making sense to anyone, no one but me. Everyone being confused as to what it's saying, trying to make out the words, eventually giving up on it and just shutting it off.

It hurt. Knowing no one will ever understand. But I understood that. I kept it all in my thoughts, sometimes when I slept, if I had slept I dreamed about me and him. Us going on dates freely, us making out, kissing, cuddling.

But when I woke up, all those happy thoughts, the smiles, the faces. Faded, turning into these smoky figures, who came closer and closer until they would eat you alive.

The feeling sucked, I knew how it felt too much to not understand how much it sucked. I always walked out with a smile though. Even if I didn't even want to be alive at that very moment.

All of my friends who I don't truly even see as my friends still came around. Some asked about Cellbit, I flat out ignored them however, everyone saw the pain in my eyes when he was brought up.

I'm glad they saw it, they should learn to not be so nosey, up in everyone's business these days. It was irritating and frustrating how they thought everything was their business.

If you had told them something, trusting them. They would run off to tell everyone in the whole god damn island. Until it wrapped back to you, then you would know how it feels, for everyone to be so annoying.

I stayed in my room most of the time, I occasionally went out to get food, or going to my secret spot that Bobby and Jaiden showed me.

The spot I showed Cellbit when we grew closer, the spot afterwards we walked out over to a patch of grass and finally kissed. Right then and there, his soft lips, pressed on to mine. It felt so nice then, the touch still lingering on my lips.

I felt something tickle my chin, I went to wipe it away, till I realized it was my own tears. I didn't even bother to wipe them away, it was no use. They would have ended up flowing down my face like a river stream.

I could feel my friends behind me, they didn't say anything that I was aware of though. I kept staring at the fireplace, not once even twitching.

I felt numb inside, it felt as if someone had decided to stick a needle inside me that numbed you for who knows how long.

If I did move, I wouldn't have realized though, the numb feeling was washing over me too much, I just sat there, tears streaming down my face, the numbing feeling physically and mentally taking over my body.

I felt like I was being overdramatic. No one would tell me even if it was true. They would barely see me, so I guess my friends didn't want me to lock myself in my house again.

Part of me hoped he didn't come back, I don't think I would be able to even know he was here. I slowly stood up, smiling. I hadn't even realized I had a smile on my face. I wondered when it appeared on my face and why. It was stupid of me to smile, as if I didn't have tears rolling down my face.

I sighed, the numbness was still there, it was faint now though. I didn't even turn to look back at my friends. As I walked to the communicator.

I clicked on his name, it had rung for a while, before finally I heard the voice, the soft voice, it was his voice. The voice I had loved so dearly yet despised at the same time.

I quickly cut him off though, he didn't deserve a chance to speak, he didn't even deserve to talk to me, didn't deserve to think of me or hell, even still know of my existence.

"Don't fucking talk to me."

It's all I had said, I didn't give him a chance to reply, though I heard the sputter of him trying to get words out for a mere second. Before I put the communicator back down. I had a bigger smile on my face now.

I had heard friends gasping, before calling my name. I wanted them to realize how upset I was. And how broken and sad I was because of a mere man.
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A/N

HI OKAY ROIER CENTRIC AFTER SO LONG IM SORRY ROIER PPL I JS GENUINELY PROJECT MYSEF ONTO CELLBIT LOTS AND THEN ITS CELLBIT CENTRIC. Im sorry :(. This is like 1,400 words besides the A/N so it's a long chapter for you guys!! I wrote this a while ago so there might be mistakes!! Hope you enjoy my lovelies I'll probably write something about the wedding with what happens!! <3.