BLEACHED (COMPLETED)

147: Can't hold it in

"How is that better off?" Domen asks as he takes her hand off of his cheek. "How is treating each other like strangers better off? How... How do you expect me to just... Drop everything we've done together?"

"You don't have to. But you can try." Lavender shrugs her shoulders, only have him take his hands away from her and move back a bit.

"Is it because Felix convinced you to?" He asks, getting her to shake her head in denial. "Then... Why? Is it because of the whole Evette issue? That kiss? It meant nothing but you don't want to listen to me anymore. I don't love her, I don't like her anymore too. I'm not confused about my feelings for you. Why won't you just listen?"

"Let's just stop seeing each other, that's what I want, if you love me you'll respect that-."

"That's Bullsh*t and you know it!" Domen hisses as he glares down at her. "Did you just wake the fvck up and decide to tell me that!?"

"Domen... Why are you speaking to me like that?" Lavender frowns this time. "Don't talk to me like that."

"Oh, I'm fvcking sorry, okay?" Domen clicks his tongue as he gets up from the bed. "I'm very fvcking sorry you have to deal with me. Oh wait, you don't want to anymore, you want to leave and take my daughter with you. You don't care how I'm feeling, why should you when you made that decision by your fvcking self? Why should I fvcking matter anyway? I'm just a load of bullsh*t everyone is tired of."

Lavender doesn't try any longer to stop him from suddenly cussing in almost everything he's saying.

Instead, she gets up and shoves her feet into her slippers, heading for the door.

Domen clenches his jaw and turns, walking right into his bathroom and shutting the door behind him with a loud bang.

Lavender stops at the door, sighing in slight irritation but glad that she's finally got the message through.

It's not easy for me too, Domen. But you're being too childish. Lavender rolls her eyes and is ready to leave when her ears catch the hushed sound of... Crying?

She whips her head to the bathroom and stares at the door, wondering if her ears are deceiving her.

Domen... crying? He can't be.

Peeling herself from the door, she quietly makes it to the door of the bathroom and rests her ears against the wooden door, wondering if she didn't hear right.

He is.

It's barely audible, clearly hushed so he's not heard by anyone, especially her. But she could tell he's leaning right on the door.... Sobbing.

"Are you... Crying?" Lavender asks and instantly hears him moving from the door, followed by the sound of the shower running. "Domen?"

"Just fvcking leave me alone." His voice comes off in a murmur, barely loud enough to ear a word, but she could still hear him. "... Just leave, already."

Domen waits as he hears the ruffling behind the door while his eyes watch the water simply draining down to the bottom.

Waiting to hear her leave when he thought she already did once he came into the bathroom.

The sound of the bedroom door opening and closing gave him the much needed confirmation that she's just walked out of the room.

He closes his eyes as his eyes soak in more tears, soaking his entire layer of lashes and dripping down to the water below it as he lowers himself to his knees.

What the fvck was I saying? He clenches his jaw as he brings his hands to his eyes, trying to wipe the tears. And Why am I crying?... Sh*t... Come-on, men aren't supposed to cry... Stop fvcking crying... Stop...

Domen finally stops his struggle to dry out his eyes and simply leans his forehead onto the edge of the bathtub, cringing his face as the tears only pour out more.

The uncontrollable sniff from the aching need for a human to make a sound whilst crying takes over, forcing him to cover his mouth with the back of his hand.

The boxers he wore whilst sleeping only help him collect the tears, slowly getting drenched in his salty eye-water as his hands get watered by it as well.

Suck it up, Domen... Stop crying. He tries to convince himself long and hard, but the pain eating into his chest only makes the tears flow out faster. She doesn't love you anymore. Face it... She hates you... Just like everyone. So even if you cry, what difference does it make?

Biting into his lower lip, he barely flinches when the blood begins to ooze from the teeth tearing into his lip from both sides. Bringing the blood to line down to his chin as he cries to himself, unable to calm himself down.

Lav... Please don't leave me. He thinks to himself as he turns and leans his back against the tub, folding his knees to his chest. What the fvck am I supposed to do... Alone? She's the only woman I've ever fallen for... Why should it hurt this bad...?

Clenching his jaw, he squeezes his eyes tightly, wanting to stop himself from crying so bad as his head starts to hurt.

Peeling his eyes open for only a second to ease the straint on them, he catches a glimpse of himself in the body length mirror just across from him, noticing his state.

Pink eyes... Pink face and slightly swollen eyes, to top it off, his hair is as bad as it ever will be so early in the morning.

I'm an ugly crier... Sh*t. Domen sighs to himself as he loosens his legs, letting them lay flat on the ground as his shoulders fall to the side, a bit embarrassed to see himself in this state. No wonder grandma hated seeing me cry.

Getting up from the floor, he makes his way to the sink and opens the faucet, rinsing his face off as he tries his hardest to wash off the evidence he was letting out some salty tears.

Knowing too well the sink isn't going to work, he decides it's only best to take a shower instead.

No... A warm bath would be better.

Setting up his bath didn't take much of a longer time, getting him to finally sit into the hot water and relax himself as he leans back into tub, closing his eyes.

Though wanting a peace of mind, the warmth of the water covering his entire body only reminds him of Lavender's warm body whenever they cuddled....

Her soft... Warm... Body.

Without warning, he furrows his brows as a tear escapes his eyes. He places his hand over his eyes as more tears begin to pour out, sliding off to his ears.

I don't want her to leave me... He sniffs as he sits up and covers his eyes with his hands. How can I live like strangers... She's asking too much.