Aris Jones X Reader One Shots

Not So Perfect

“How could you do this to me?! How could you do this to us?!”

“I’m sorry. I promise it didn't mean-”
“No! You don't get to tell me it didn't mean anything! Not after spending the night with
another girl! How the hell does that not mean anything?!”

“It was a mistake. I-”
“No! A mistake is forgetting something at home! A mistake is burning dinner! Laying down with another girl is a betrayal!”I screamed, tears streaming down my face.

“I know. I’m-”
“Then, why would you do it?! How could you do this to me?!”I demanded to know.

“I’m sorry. You're the best thing that ever happened to me, and I’m so sorry-”
“Then, why would you do it?! How could you hurt me like this?!”I repeated.

“I’m sorry. I-”
“She was my friend too! Rachel was mine too, and you both did this to me?! And you can't even tell me why?! You can't even give me that?!”

“I’m sorry,”He repeated.

“Then, why?! Why the fuck would you do this?! Why would you do something that would break me like this?!”

“I’m sorry. I didn't-”
“If you didn't love me, you could have left! You could have been with her! This is unforgivable! This is disgusting of you to do to me! Of both of you! You're both backstabbers!”I insulted.

“I know. I know that, and I’m sorry-”
“Shut up! Stop apologizing! If you were sorry, you wouldn't have done it!”I yelled, shoving past him. Slamming our bedroom door shut, I locked it before leaning against it. Breathing heavily, I slid down it as I buried my face into my hands, sobbing into them.

“I’m sorry. You mean everything to me. You’ve always meant everything,”He tried to tell me, standing right sitting right outside the door.

“We have a life together. We have a home and a bed and everything. We have so much, and you threw it away for one night of pleasure. Do you understand that? You destroyed it for your own selfish wants.”

“I’m sorry.”

“What does she have that I don't? What does she do better? What does she give you that I couldn't?”

“You're everything-”
“Bullshit. If that was true, you wouldn't have done this.”

“You’re everything. I know I didn't show it, and I’m sorry. I’m sorry I hurt you.”

“Was it in our bed?”

“Y/N-”
“You screwed her in our bed, didn't you?”

“I’m sorry,”He whispered, his voice starting to crack.

“You brought another girl to our bed. Not just any girl but a friend. Someone I should be able to trust. You brought her to our bed.”

“I’m sorry-”
“Did you kiss her?”

“It didn't mean anything,”He begged.

“In all the places you would kiss me?”

“No,”He whispered.

“But you still kissed her?”

“I’m sorry.”

So that's his way of saying yes now. Apologizing.

“Did you kiss her first?”

“I’m sorry.”

“God damnit, Aris. How? How the fuck could you do this?”I groaned, running my hands through my hair as I leaned my head against the door.

“I love you. I love you, and I’m sorry.”

“You were perfect. You were so perfect and did everything right. You were comforting and safe and never lied to me. Even now, you still haven't lied to me. And somehow, that makes it worse. That makes it hurt even more. Because you were so good to me, and you still betrayed my trust like this.”

“I’m sorry. I’ll give you whatever you want. Space, time, anything you ask.”

“I don't want anything from you. I just want you out of my life. You can go sleep at hers tonight, and I’ll pack your stuff up. I don't want to sleep on that bed anyway. Not after what you did on it.”

“I understand, but I want you to know that I really am sorry. I’m not just saying it. I really do regret hurting you like this.”

“Leave. Get out of my home,”I demanded.

He stayed where he was for a moment. I don't know why. Maybe to wait for me to change my mind. Maybe for me to say something else.

I did neither. I stayed silent.

He understood. He knew I meant it as he walked away.

Maybe even to go to hers.

It doesn't matter now though. I have to pack his stuff up.

I just have to find the strength to move first.