In the stars. | A collection of short stories: B.E

Betrayal?

A/n: Octavia has autism in this chapter, and it speaks heavily of Octavia not understanding emotions. This is an angst chapter so... yeah. This is a suggestion from an amazing writer, and an amazing person! biladdiction. I love you so much! (That includes everyone).

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★Billie★

I stood there, my heart pounding, as the room echoed with the shards of our shattered trust. Octavia's words hung in the air like a toxic fog, poisoning everything they touched. The warmth that once enveloped us was replaced by an icy tension, the kind that numbs your limbs and leaves you gasping for breath. The harsh reality of betrayal sliced through me, and I could feel the sting of betrayal etched into every fiber of my being.

"Billie, you don't understand," Octavia's voice wavered, her fingers fidgeting with the hem of her shirt. Her attempts to explain herself were tangled in the web of her own emotions, the threads of which seemed to slip through her fingers like quicksilver.

"Don't understand?" I spat out, my hands clenched into fists. "How could you, Octavia? How could you betray me like this?"

Octavia's attempt at an apology sounded hollow, each word landing like a lead weight in the pit of my stomach. I paced the room, my mind a whirlwind of emotions - anger, hurt, disbelief. The air was thick with the acrid taste of disappointment, and I struggled to find words to convey the storm inside me.

"I trusted you," I hissed, stopping to glare at her. "With my heart, with my soul. And you trampled all over it like it meant nothing."

Octavia's eyes welled with tears, her face a canvas of remorse and uncertainty. The emotional terrain was unfamiliar for her, a maze of sensations she struggled to navigate.

"I... I don't know how to fix this," she confessed, her hands gesturing vaguely as if trying to catch the elusive strands of an apology. "I messed up, but I don't know what to do now."

The vulnerability in her voice tugged at my heartstrings, but the wounds ran too deep. Anguish and frustration welled up inside me, like a tempest threatening to engulf everything in its path.

"I never meant for it to happen," Octavia whispered, her voice breaking. "It just... happened."

The nonchalance in her tone fueled the fire within me. "Happened? You call this a mistake? A slip-up?" I scoffed. "You made a choice, Octavia, and it wasn't us. It was never us."

Silence settled in the room, broken only by the weight of our words. I could feel the walls closing in on us, the room shrinking with the weight of what had transpired. The memories of shared laughter, stolen glances, and whispered promises now felt like cruel illusions.

"What did I do to deserve this?" I muttered, more to myself than to Octavia. "I loved you, Octavia. I gave you everything, and this is how you repay me?"

Octavia's face crumpled with remorse, but I couldn't find it in me to soften. I needed answers, closure, something to make sense of the wreckage she had left in her wake.

"Billie, please," she begged, reaching out to touch my arm. I recoiled, the touch feeling like a violation.

"Don't," I snapped, pulling away. "You lost that privilege."

The room felt stifling, and I needed to escape the suffocating atmosphere. As I headed towards the door, Octavia's desperate pleas followed me like a haunting melody. The weight of the betrayal settled on my shoulders, and I knew that forgiveness was a distant shore I might never reach.