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POUR UP, 003 ❛⠀come quickly, alright⠀❜
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HER LOUD heels resound throughout the room as he silently trails behind her, begging her to converse. He had promised to hold himself back, as it was the only way she would come to retrieve the last cardboard box stuffed with her personal belongings.
Alas, it seems he isn't capable.
"So... How are you doing these days?" He gulps as his composture begins to unravel. His teeth grind as she ignores his small talk and continues to check for her belongings in the box.
How can she ignore the attachment that existed between the two of them? To pass one another as if nothing occurred.
"How about that bastard?" Dean spits the question at her as his upper lip lifts in writhing disgust, "Are you satisfied?" It seems he hit a sore spot as she releases a low scoff as he asks about the man who has taken his place.
His heartbeat begins to thump loudly as she grabs the box off the table and heads for his door.
"How's he? Still annoying?" Dean huffs as the woman finally faces him. His eyebrows tremble at the disdainful gaze she holds.
"You have no right to ask me that."
A gasp coated in hurt is released as her words dig at his heart, "No-No right? After you walked out on me!?"
Her tongue pushes at her cheek as she remains unaffected by his tantrum, "Act like a man."
"Why does your voice sound unaffected?" He stares at her glaring eyes.
"Maybe because I am." Her dry tone exits the apartment and slams the door.
The silence swarms his senses as her footsteps no longer linger in the outer hall. His feet stutter as he reaches for the door handle wishing he could chase her down and make her realize that they never should have parted. He clenches his wobbling lip as the hot tears trickle down his flushed cheeks.
