IS LOVING HER A SIN? (Fem X fem reader) LGBTQ+ story

Chapter 13:Heartbreak in full bloom

Chapter 13

As I walked away from the scene, my heart felt heavy with betrayal, anger, and confusion. I couldn't believe that the girl I had opened up to, the one who had filled my days with laughter and warmth, was now wrapped up in the arms of someone else. The flowers I had picked for her lay abandoned on the ground, a symbol of everything I had hoped for, now crushed and forgotten.

Behind me, I heard Luke's voice cut through the tension, a mocking undertone dripping with self-satisfaction. "Maybe you should've thought twice before getting so attached, huh?" he called out, laughter mingling with the words. "She's not yours, Olivia. You can't stake a claim on her just because you had a little fun."

I clenched my fists, fighting back the urge to turn around and shove his smug face into the ground. He had no idea how wrong he was. "Fuck you, Luke!" I shouted, not bothering to hide the anger that radiated from me. "You think this is some game? You're just a distraction, a fucking pit stop for her. You don't know anything about us!"

But my voice was drowned out by the sound of María's frantic voice, desperate to mend the rift that had just opened up. "Olivia, please!" she cried, stepping away from Luke, her eyes wide with panic and regret. "Just wait! I didn't mean for it to happen like this!"

"Didn't mean for what to happen, María?" I shouted back, tears streaming down my cheeks. "Didn't mean for me to walk in on you with him? Or didn't mean for us to be anything at all? Because it sure looks like you're perfectly fine with throwing it all away for a stupid boy from church!"

"I'm not throwing it away!" she protested, her voice cracking with emotion. "I'm just trying to figure out what I want! It's not that simple for me, Olivia! I have feelings for both of you, and I don't know what the hell to do!"

"Sounds like a fucking cop-out to me!" I snapped, feeling the weight of every word crushing me. "You think I don't know what it's like to want something and not be able to have it? To feel so lost that you can't even breathe? You're just using him as an excuse to avoid the truth!"

Luke stepped forward, trying to interject. "Come on, Olivia. It's not worth it. Just let her make her own choices. Maybe she just needs to explore a bit."

I turned my glare on him, my stomach twisting with rage. "You're the last person I want to hear from. This is between María and me, not some dumbass boy who thinks he can come in and take what's mine!"

María looked between us, her expression filled with a mixture of frustration and hurt. "Olivia, stop it! This isn't just about you. I don't want to hurt you, but I can't just ignore my feelings either! You've been my safe place, but Luke... he's different. I don't know how to explain it!"

"Different?" I scoffed, my heart aching at the realization that I was losing her. "You think a guy who can't even respect our relationship is different? He's just a distraction—a pretty face with no substance. I thought you wanted more than that, María! I thought you wanted me!"

"Maybe I do!" she yelled back, the desperation evident in her voice. "But this is all so confusing! You're the one I want to run to when everything else is falling apart, but I can't just pretend that Luke doesn't exist! I didn't mean to fall for him, but I did! It's not fair to you, and it's not fair to me either!"

Her words hung in the air between us, a suffocating silence settling in as I processed what she was saying. It was like a punch to the gut; the reality of her feelings stung more than anything else. "So, what? You're just going to play house with him while I sit here in the fucking dark, waiting for you to decide who you want? You think that's okay?"

"I don't know what's okay!" she shouted, tears spilling from her eyes. "I'm just trying to figure this all out! I've felt so lost for so long, Olivia! You know what my life is like. My parents barely acknowledge me, and when they do, it's always about church and boys like Luke. It's exhausting! You're the only one who sees me for me."

I took a shaky breath, feeling the air leave my lungs. "And now you're throwing me away for someone who doesn't give a shit about you? He'll just use you, María! You're too good for him. You deserve so much more than this!"

"Maybe I just want someone to love me," she admitted, her voice trembling. "Someone who doesn't see me as a project or a mistake. I don't want to hurt you, but I'm tired of feeling like I have to hide who I am."

"Then don't hide with me! You don't have to run from what you feel! I'm right here, and I care about you!" I begged, the desperation clawing at my insides. "Why can't you see that I'm willing to fight for you?"

Luke's laughter rang out again, a sound I wanted to erase from existence. "She's just playing games, Olivia. You think she's going to choose you over a guy like me? You're living in a fantasy world. You need to wake up and face reality."

I clenched my jaw, ready to tell him off again, but María stepped forward, her hand raised. "Stop it, Luke! You don't get to speak for me! This is my life, and I'm the one who gets to choose!"

"Then choose, María! Choose who you want to be with, but don't drag me into your mess!" I shouted, feeling the tears continue to flow down my face, each drop a testament to my heartbreak.

"Olivia, please..." she whispered, her voice breaking as she stepped closer to me. "I don't want to hurt you. You mean so much to me, but I'm scared of losing you. I just don't know what to do!"

I could see the fear in her eyes, the way she felt torn between two worlds. "Then let me love you. Let me be the one who makes you feel safe. I won't let you down," I pleaded, my heart racing as I stepped closer, trying to bridge the gap that felt insurmountable.

But instead of reaching out for me, she turned her gaze back to Luke, the internal struggle playing out on her face. "I need some time to think, Olivia. I really do care about you, but I can't just ignore how I feel about him, either."

"Time? How much time do you need?" I snapped, feeling the rawness of my emotions boiling over. "I'm not some backup plan, María! If you can't make a choice, then maybe you've already made it without realizing."

"Olivia, that's not fair!" she protested, her voice thick with tears. "I'm trying to figure things out, and I need space to do that!"

"Space?" I echoed, feeling the despair wash over me. "You want space to be with someone else? While I'm left here to pick up the pieces of my broken heart?"

"Please, just give me time," she whispered, her voice cracking under the weight of it all. "I don't want to lose you, but I can't pretend that everything is okay when it's not. Just... just let me think."

I nodded, my heart shattering into a million pieces as I turned away. "Fine. Think away. But don't expect me to sit around waiting for you to decide if I'm worth your time."

As I walked away, I could hear her voice calling after me, but the words blurred together in a haze of pain. I felt like I was walking through a nightmare, my heart aching with every step. I thought of the flowers lying on the ground, of the love I had poured into those moments, and I couldn't shake the feeling that I was losing the best part of my life.

I didn't want to cry, but the tears flowed freely as I made my way home, each drop a testament to the love that felt more like a burden now. As I replayed the moments we had shared, the laughter, the intimacy, the promise of what could have been, I couldn't help but feel the crushing weight of regret settling on my shoulders.

In that moment, I knew that life could be cruel, and sometimes the ones we love the most could also hurt us the deepest.