𝐀𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐓𝐨𝐨 𝐋𝐚𝐭𝐞

Chapter Fourteen

Y/n looked earnestly into Five's eyes and replied, "Five, it was love. Maybe not for you, but for me. I was just too lost and confused to handle it properly. I hurt you, and I understand if you can't forgive me, but please don't blame yourself for being naive. Love can be blinding, and we were both victims of its complexities."

Five's gaze softened as he absorbed her words. He took a moment before asking, "Do you regret it? Us, I mean."

Y/n sighed, her gaze dropping to the floor for a brief moment. "I regret how I handled things, the pain I caused you. But I can't regret the time we spent together. It taught me a lot about myself, and I'm trying to change for the better."

Five's voice softened as he asked, "So you really are serious? You really are trying to be a changed person?"

Y/n met his gaze with sincerity, nodding gently. "Yes, Five. I've had a lot of time to reflect on my actions, and I want to be someone better. Not just for others, but for myself too."

Five sighed, a mixture of emotions crossing his face. "I want to believe you," he admitted, "but it's hard, you know? You've left scars that aren't easy to forget."

Y/n nodded, understanding the gravity of her past actions. "I know, Five. I don't expect you to trust me right away. I just hope you can see the effort I'm putting in to change."

Five sighed, his gaze wandering around the room, observing the joyous atmosphere of the wedding celebration. Laughter and conversation filled the air, and his family seemed genuinely happy. As he glanced back at y/n, he couldn't help but notice the sincerity in her eyes.

He found himself captivated by the warmth and honesty reflected in her gaze. Memories of the times they had shared flashed through his mind, and for a moment, he couldn't deny the beauty he found in her eyes. The familiarity of her presence tugged at something inside him, a mixture of nostalgia and apprehension.

Lost in thought, Five couldn't deny the complexity of his feelings. A small smile played on his lips. Five hesitated for a moment, his words hanging in the air as he weighed whether to express his thoughts. Eventually, he sighed, his tone carrying a mix of nostalgia and regret.

"I missed this," he admitted. "Being around you, the laughter, the chaos. Before... before I knew what you were really doing." His gaze met hers, an understanding passing between them.

Y/n's admission hung in the air, her words carrying a weight of sincerity. "I missed being around you too, Five," she confessed, her eyes reflecting a mixture of longing and regret. "Things could have gone differently, you know? It could have been good between us if I hadn't messed everything up... if I hadn't been such a backstabbing bitch."

"Yeah," Five responded, his tone carrying a hint of resignation. The weight of their shared history and the acknowledgment of what could have been lingered in the air. Y/n's self-assessment, though brutally honest, seemed to tug at something within him. Guilt, perhaps, for the pain and turmoil that had defined their past interactions.

Five noticed the lively after-party still in full swing, laughter and music filling the air. He sighed, realizing he needed a moment of respite from the emotionally charged conversation with y/n. With a nod towards the ongoing celebration, Five began walking back towards his table, his steps deliberate.

Y/n, still processing the depth of their discussion, was left a bit confused. She called after him, "Hey, where are you going?"

Five continued walking toward his table, a hint of sarcasm lacing his tone as he replied, "Back to my table." Y/n, trailing behind, couldn't help but feel a pang of frustration. She asked, "Are you just going to leave the conversation like this?" A mixture of anticipation and anxiety welled up in her.

He paused and turned to her, a sardonic smile playing on his lips. "You did say you'd give me time to think it over, didn't you?"

As Five walked away, leaving y/n standing there, a heavy sigh escaped her lips. The weight of the conversation lingered in the air, and y/n couldn't shake the mixed emotions swirling within her. Uncertainty and hope warred in her mind as she watched him blend back into the lively celebration.

Faith eyed y/n with a mix of concern and curiosity as she returned to the table. Noticing the heavy sigh and the slight tension in y/n's expression, Faith couldn't help but ask the burning question.

"So, how did it go?" Faith inquired, her voice a gentle undertone. She leaned in slightly, giving y/n a supportive look, ready to listen to whatever y/n had to share about the encounter with Five.

Y/n sighed, trying to gather her thoughts before recounting the conversation with Five. She leaned in closer to Faith, speaking in a hushed tone amidst the celebration.

"It was... complicated," y/n began, her eyes reflecting the complexity of the emotions she felt during the talk. "We argued about the past, about how I hurt him. Five made it clear that he's been through a lot because of me, and I can't blame him for feeling that way."

Faith listened attentively, nodding occasionally to show her support as y/n continued, "He's not ready to forgive, and I get that. I told him I'm trying to change, but he... he questioned whether I even deserved a second chance."

Feeling the weight of the conversation, Faith continued to support y/n, gently rubbing her back to provide comfort. Y/n took a deep breath and continued sharing the details of her emotional exchange with Five.

"We delved into how he perceived our relationship, especially after I left," y/n explained, her voice carrying a mixture of frustration and vulnerability. "Five admitted to feeling hurt, and I learned that he's been dealing with a lot, even turning to alcohol."

Faith's expression shifted to one of concern as she continued to listen, understanding the depth of the impact y/n had on Five. Y/n continued, "He shared some moments of his struggle, things I didn't know. It's clear he's been hurting more than I thought."

Faith nodded understandingly, absorbing the complexities of the situation. She gently asked y/n, "Did he give any indication about whether he's willing to forgive you eventually?"

Y/n sighed, her expression a mix of uncertainty and hope. "He didn't give a clear answer. He said he needed time to think about it, and I guess I have to respect that."

Faith kissed her teeth in agreement, acknowledging the complexity of the situation. "Yeah, anyone would need time to process that kind of stuff. It's a lot to take in, for both of you."

Y/n sighed, expressing her hopes for reconciliation. "I just hope he can find it in himself to forgive me someday. I know I messed up big time, and I want to make things right, but it's not entirely in my hands."

Faith nodded sympathetically, understanding the complexity of the situation. "People change, and sometimes forgiveness takes time. Just focus on becoming the person you want to be, and who knows, things might work out in the end."

Y/n hesitated for a moment before confessing, "I really am in love with him, Faith. It's just... I never realized it until it was too late. Now, I'm trying to change, not just for him but for myself too."

Faith gave her a supportive smile. "Love can make us do crazy things, but it can also inspire us to become better. Just keep trying, y/n" Y/n nodded, appreciating Faith's encouragement.