[ COMPLETED ]
" Tell me you don't love me, and I won't ever show you my face. Push me away so hard that I'd stumble to even look at you. " He leaned closer to my face. " Push me before I kiss you, before I cherish every inch of you. " His palm trace...
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VESTA'S POV
"Are you kidding me right now?" I tried and failed to keep the exasperation from my voice. "Again, Miguel? "
He had the decency to look sheepish as he raked a hand through his tousled hair. "I'm so sorry, babe. This huge deal came up at work and I have to nail the presentation tonight if I want to make a partner."
"Oh, so I can take a day off at my work but you can't ? Why is it always me putting effort. " The bitter retort slipped out before I could stop it. Weeks of disappointment and rejection were finally bubbling over.
Miguel's jaw ticked with irritation. "Don't be like that, Vesta. You know how important this promotion is for my career."
"And you know how important this dance is for me. " I spurted. "Months of planning our choreography and you're just blowing it off , taking it lightly?"
"It's not like that. " He rolled his eyes in obvious exasperation. "Why do you always have to be so damn dramatic?"
The flippant remark lanced straight through me. "Oh, so now I'm being oversensitive because I'm hurt that you always keep choosing your work over me ?"
Something dark flickered across Miguel's expression as his voice turned cold and biting. "Yeah, maybe you are. Jesus, Vesta. This is just a dance competition and nothing else. And remember you're not that extremely excellent to get that biggest trophy in LA. There's a line between passion and going over to fulfill it. You're a finance coordinator not a professional dancer,you know it too. You're acting like this dance is your career. This silly dance of yours might me be important to you, you can lose your job, it's easy because at the end of the day it's only me who has to earn and NOT YOU !"
I recoiled like I'd been slapped, wounded by the undisguised venom twisting his words. I stared as he boiled out the frustration.
Is that the same Miguel I love ?
"This dance is not as important as my career, apparently. And it's your dream , not mine. " The disdain in his tone was palpable.
White hot shame clenched my chest as hateful tears blurred my vision. How could someone I loved so much be capable of cutting me so deeply? Before this awful fracture could spread even wider between us, I had to make my retreat.
I made his dreams mine and he couldn't prioritise my goals even half a bit ?
"You know what, Miguel? You're right - nothing regarding me seem to be that big a priority for you at all." My voice trembled with a potent mix of heartache and fury as I turned on my heel.
"Vesta, wait-" He reached for me, the briefest flicker of remorse crossing his features. But his words rang hollow compared to the scorching hurt still resonating through me.
