"Who's the Vees?" {Requests open!}

After an argument..

A/N // the start just kinda started with no context.. they are just pissed at eachother and I wanted to try angst.. prob fail miserably

Vox POV

" Val. Look I'm sorry, I didn't mean to just say it like that." 
Valentino pouted away from my face. We were previously having a nice conversation and drinking together. But now he went all in my personal space and was trying to FUCK me. I told him over and over, 'im busy, not right now, I don't feel like it.' but he didn't care! He just kept getting closer and closer, the one final time when I pushed him away he got all pissed; then mentioned all the other things he was pissed at.

I don't get why he's mad at me. I just said no and he acts like I'm the bad guy.
" Baby please, look maybe we can do it another time?--"

" No fuck off Vox! If your gonna be a bitch about it then forget it! "
I tried scooting closer to him and set my hand on his leg.
"  DON'T fucking touch me! "
He stood up and faced away from me.
I stood up as well, trying my best to calm him. I slightly nudged over to him and tried to get him to look at me. " Val please--"

" GET THE FUCK AWAY VOX. I DON'T WANT YOU HERE RIGHT NOW. "
He was dashing away from the room. He avoided looking at my face.

He just kept walking away and didn't bear to turn around at me.
What the hell? Why is he pissed!? I tried to help him but he's just ' so much better ' than me so he doesn't need it.
" WHAT? YOU WERE JUST WHINING TO VELVETTE. NOW YOU FUCKING AVOID ME WHEN I COME UP AND TRY TO HELP YOU. "

I raisedy hands up in confusion and anger.
Seriously? What's up his ass! He started walking even further away and closer to the elevator to leave. When I slowly started walking towards him to chase him; he finally turned around to my face and yelled once more.
" JUST GET THE HELL AWAY. I KNEW THIS PARTNERSHIP WAS A FUCKING MISTAKE."

" What?. "
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What did he just say? Does he just not care now? I froze from chasing him. I stood still in my place, processing what I heard.
He also realized what he said. I don't know if he truly feels like this.
" So that's your genuine feelings? Everything else was just a hoax? You deceived me just for the money? "

I helplessly stood, I knew his true emotions now, he never fucking cared.
He just wants money and sex.
Valentino also froze, his mask was uncovered. I couldn't see his face to what he was thinking.
" Get the hell off my floor Valentino. "

A subtle itch ran down my cheek. I wiped it just to look down at a glowing cyan smear. I'm not Fucking sad, why the hell am I crying.
It was 45 fucking years, centuries with the moth just leaving. If he can throw me away that easily then I'm not sad; I'm angry.

I turned away from him, looking off at the windows to hell's skies. I picked up a whiskey glass, looking at the opposing glass that he had before he got pissed.
" Just get the hell off my floor. If you wanna leave me and Vel so bad then fuck off. "

He didn't have any words. Nothing to defend himself, nothing to manipulate me, nothing; only silence. He returned to his steps, at a slower pace now, taking his steps up to the elevator in a different rate.

The doors closed and now it was just me.
Alone on my floor, me and my thoughts clashing.
" THAT'S RIGHT FUCKING LEAVE ALL YOUR PROBLEMS VALENTINO. LET SOMEONE ELSE FUCKING SOLVE THEM. "
I found myself yelling at the top of my lungs with water in my eyes.
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Wow.
he doesn't care -- he never fucking cared-- he only cares for his whores-- I'm not important I guess -- 45 years? that's absolutely nothing.
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I had so many thoughts at once, all clashing and fighting over my mind. Finally, I gathered myself together to think properly.
Before I knew it, it was already minutes later and I was already curled up on the couch; tears all over my face.