[ 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
I was at my desk, typing away on my laptop, trying to finish this report. After days spent at Anna's place, it felt strange to be back here alone.
A sudden knock at the door got my attention. I glanced at the time, who would be here this late? Taehyung had night shifts, and Anna was gone for a family function. I got up from my desk and tiptoed to the door.
When I opened it, my stomach twisted. Miguel stood there, swaying, his eyes glassy. The stench of alcohol hit me instantly.
"Miguel? What are you doing here?" My voice was tight, my hand was gripping the doorknob.
He pushed past me into the apartment, almost stumbling. “I needed to see you.” he slurred, his breath reeking of booze.
"Stop right there-" I said, trying to stay calm. My mind raced. This wasn’t good. I hadn’t seen Miguel since the breakup—since I found out he’d cheated on me. And now, here he was, drunk and out of control.
“You shouldn’t be here-” I said, forcing strength into my voice. “You need to leave.”
He spun around, anger twisting his face. “Leave? Go where, huh? You were my home, Vesta.”
Without warning, he grabbed a vase from the table and smashed it against the wall. I was startled at the sudden action, shards of glass scattering across the floor.
“STOP IT!” I shouted. “You need to get out, NOW!”
But Miguel wasn’t listening. He knocked books off the shelves, kicked over a chair. He was a whirlwind of rage, hurling hateful words at me.
“You think you’re better than me, don’t you? Little Miss Perfect, with her perfect life! Well, guess what? You’re nothing without me. NOTHING!”
My heart pounded. This wasn’t the Miguel I knew. He’d always been kind, gentle. Now, he was like a stranger—violent and unpredictable.
“JUST GET OUT!” I screamed, grabbing for his wrist, desperate to throw him out.
But he was quicker. He lunged at me, his hand clamping down on my arm. A sharp pain shot through me, and I gasped
“I know exactly what I’m saying.” he hissed. “You ruined everything. You ruined us!”
With all the strength I could muster, I shoved him away. He stumbled back, nearly falling over.
“I RUINED US?” I screamed, my voice breaking. “YOU CHEATED, MIGUEL! YOU'RE THE ONE WHO COULDN'T KEEP HIMSELF IN HIS PANTS.” My anger boiled over. “Get out or I’m calling the cops!”
His eyes flashed with fury. Before I could react, he lunged again, grabbing my wrist even tighter. I tried to reach for my phone, but he yanked it from my hand and threw it across the room.
