𝐑𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆, 𝐏𝐨𝐥𝐲 𝐁𝐋

𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐲, 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏

Milo

    "Damien, what the fuck is going on with you?" I step in front of him. I was beyond pissed, beyond livid. He's been shitty for the past few weeks, and I've said nothing to him about it. The shouting, the snappy behavior, the distancing himself. All of it I've ignored. Maybe he needed space, and we were just smothering him.

But fuck, it's been weeks since I've had an actual conversation with him. Since I've shared a kiss with him, since he's even paid attention to me, or Caleb.

"Milo, I'm not in the mood." He rolls his eyes, takes his phone out and immediately starts texting.

"You haven't been in the mood for weeks. What did we do? What did I do!?" I attempt to look at his phone, wonder what was so distracting that he couldn't even have a conversation with me.

He pulls his phone away, looking at me as if I just took his phone and broke it in half, "The fuck are you looking into my phone for? Don't you understand fucking privacy?"

"Why can't you just tell me what's going on? Why the fuck are you acting like this—" He immediately begins texting whoever, ignoring me like I was irrelevant in his life, my fist clenched, "Damien, look at me when I'm fucking talking to you!" I grabbed him by the chin and snapped him down to my eye level, he stares at me, and for a second it's like he realizes who's talking to him before ripping his face away.

"Don't fucking touch me. I told you I'm not in the fucking mood, so get the fuck out of my way." He aggressively pushed past me, causing my side to hit the wall. He doesn't even look back to say sorry, nor apologize.

"Damien stop, where are you even going?!—" I attempted to reach out for him, but he grabbed me by the wrist as he turned around. His eyes stare at me like I'm a stranger, like I'm foreign to him.

It made me angry, I hated how he looks at me now. Like he hates me and my guts. Like I ruined his life. It reminded me of how my step dad would look at me. Pure hatred, everything I did upset him. It hurt to see that this was how the man I loved was looking at me.

"Leave me the fuck alone, Milo. I'm going to the fucking store." He threw my hand down and walked off, not bothered to take his phone back out as walks out the front door. I looked down at my wrist, I hadn't realized how hard he gripped my wrist. My wrist was a bright red, hopefully not bruising anytime soon.

I held my wrist, this might have been the first time he's touched me in weeks, and this is what the first touch from him in weeks feels like. A painful sting, and a broken heart.

I hate him

I hate him

I want to hate him, yet for some reason I can't. I can't hate him. I just want to know what's wrong with him. I want to help him.

"Milo?" I hear Caleb call out to me. I turn around and see his freshly awoken face.

"Yea bun?" I say, trying not to cry in front of him last time I cried in front of one of my boyfriends they turned on me and walked out the door.

"What are you doing?"

"I just got back from a run, and I'm tired."

"You're lying hun, I heard you talking to him." He doesn't say his name. And honestly I felt like I would break down or break something if I heard his name right now.

"He's changed so much."

He stays silent

I turn around, "I'm moving out."

"What— are you leaving me—"

"No! Of course not." I walk over to him, cupping his cheeks with my palms. "I would never leave you, ok bun? It's just, I can't deal with him anymore. If he wants to act like strangers, than fuck him."

"But I still—"

"I know... and I do too, but clearly he doesn't anymore. And I swear if I have to watch him get on the phone or walk out the door while I'm talking to him I'm going to slap the fuck out of him."

His hand reaches up for my face and wipes the tears that fall down my pale skin. "Can we just attempt one more conversation to see what's going on, because obviously something happened and he isn't telling us."

"Fine, when and if he gets back. If shit doesn't go well, I'm moving back in with my mom, you can join me if you want. My mom would love you."

"Of course." He plants a kiss on my lips, "Do you want to shower together?" He says again my lips.

"Yea, I'll run our water." I say before pressing a kiss on the corner of his lips, slowly sliding away from him for the upstairs. I turn on the shower before staring deep into the mirror as condensation slowly covers my reflection. I wipe it to once again stare at myself.

One last attempt to a conversation with him. Or it's over. I refuse to let that bastard hurt Me or Caleb anymore because he's going through something.

There is no reason for him to act how he's been acting recently. If he doesn't want to be with us anymore, he can just say that, instead of fucking with our hearts.

His mental state might be fucked up, but we've tried several times to both give him space and talk to him. And he's pushed up away. So if this fucking talk doesn't fucking work, it's over.

We're over and we'll... never see each other again

Just like all those years ago

"Hey baby."

"Hm?" I look away from the mirror to Caleb, who shuts and door and gets undressed. I still blush like a virgin when we shower together. Caleb chuckles at my red cheeks.

"Do you think he's actually going to listen?" He steps in the shower, looking at me for affirmation. I let out a sigh as I began to get undressed and step into the shower with him.

"... If he cares about us, then he might. But with how's he been recently, I don't really know anymore."

"Well, we'll see when he gets back." Caleb wraps his arms around my body and places a chaste kiss on my shoulder.

We will, and hopefully he does