Chapter 10: Rumors.

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The next day, Austyn handed in his work which Rogan requested but they wouldn't utter a word to each other, it may seem that nothing serious happened between them, but according to them, A lot happened and they Hate each other. They even imagine punching the shit out of each other until they bled enough, all day

A whole week passed and The two barely spoke to each other, day by day they started to forget each other's existence and were focused on their own lives, Rogan had his best friend help him with work and other personal matters while Austyn had no one but his family to talk to, of course, he still didn't tell them he met his high school enemy at work and he couldn't bring himself to tell them everything that has been going on, and how he's been feeling so he didn't have anyone to talk to about how he really felt, his family would ask him how he's doing and he would ask his parents what's been going on in their town but other than that... his true feelings are hidden from everyone he knew.

Rogan felt like he needed to stay away from Austyn for a while and focus on himself and work, he's been working all day and barely did anything he wanted since he felt forbidden from doing anything fun because his father would be disappointed. Even Silva herself tried to help but he kept pushing her away, his broken heart and issues with his father were enough for him to deal with, he wouldn't want to even see her face anymore, after what she did to him, he started to hate her more every day, he hates her so much that he doesn't want her at his place anymore.

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{Rogan's Penthouse, Living Room, 8:00 PM}

Like every night, Rogan would sit in the living room, next to the large modern windows that exposed the city, his sorrowful eyes gazing at the lit streets with thoughts that would make him pour another glass of whiskey, 1 turns into 2, turn into 4, and so on. But the most unexpected thing happened, he never would have guessed the day would finally come... when Silva leaves him.

"Rogan." Silva calls, Rogan turns around to see her holding her luggage, her hair in a messy bun, and her clothes covering her completely, her eyes red and puffy, she looks like a beautiful mess to him. "I'm leaving." She says in an emotionless tone, her eyes spoke more than her words, and Rogan's eyes softened as he looked into hers, what happened to the girl he met during high school? did she actually love him or was it all a lie as well? he sighs, getting off his chair to walk over to her. 

he stared at her softly, he could see that she wanted to cry, he wanted to hug her and let her cry in his arms but his thoughts washed over and reminded him of the night she cheated. Still, he pitied her, mainly because of the way she was raised by her family and how they treated her. Reading her eyes he spoke "It's okay, let it out." just within seconds tears formed in her eyes, over-filling them, running down her face as she stared into his.

He had the urge to hug her but anger washed over his emotions, remembering how badly she hurt him "Why are you crying when you were the one that cheated? Shouldn't I be crying?" he asked. "Because-... falling for you was not part of my plan!.. I thought I could date others to brush off the feeling because my family would kill me if they found out!" she admitted, looking down as she sobbed. "should've told me if you really felt that way. But no. You didn't." he replied, a hint of anger in his tone. "I-..I'm so sorry. I really am." she apologized.

Rogan hesitated for a while before he decided to walk back to the large windows, turning his back to her "Too late for that." he replies, taking another sip of his whiskey and setting it down "I don't want to see your face ever again." He says, giving her one last look. His heart ached as he heard her footsteps disappear, as soon as he heard the door close, he sat down on his chair, finally letting out all his hidden emotions, letting out the tears he held back for too long.

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