𝙷𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚢𝚢 ✯ 𝙿𝚎𝚜𝚘 𝙿𝚕𝚞𝚖𝚊 𝙾𝚗𝚎 𝚂𝚑𝚘𝚝 𝙲𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗♪

La double p 10 ✧

Just a heads-up, this is angst  with mentions of betrayal and self-destructive behavior. Read at your own comfort. ⚠️
.
.
.
.
.

I didn’t plan on going out tonight, but my coworker wouldn’t stop nagging. "It’s just a casual dinner," she said. "You’ve been cooped up for too long." I wanted to say no. I hated these forced social interactions where everyone smiles like their lives are perfect. But I got tired of the endless texts, so I threw on something decent and decided to go. 

The restaurant was nice—dim lights, quiet music, overpriced drinks. I sat at a table with my coworker and some of her friends, most of whom I didn’t know or care to know. I fiddled with the edge of my napkin, barely listening to the conversation, when someone walked in. 

Him. 

I froze. My heart raced in that stupid, familiar way it always did whenever I saw him. He was wearing that leather jacket I used to tease him about. He looked good—too good. But he didn’t come alone. She was with him, holding his arm like she owned him. 

I hated her immediately. 

“Are you okay?” my coworker asked. 

“Yeah,” I lied, forcing a smile. “Just tired.” 

I tried to focus on the food, the conversation—anything but him. But I couldn’t stop glancing at them. They looked... happy. And it killed me. 

After dinner, I stepped outside for some air. The cold night breeze was a relief. I leaned against the wall, staring at the pavement, trying to keep it together. 

“Hey,” a voice said behind me. 

I turned, and there he was. Alone this time. 

“What do you want?” I snapped. 

“Just to talk,” he said. His voice was calm, but his eyes... God, his eyes were the same as they always were. Soft, pleading, full of apologies I didn’t want to hear. 

“Talk about what?” I crossed my arms, trying to seem unaffected. “How great your life is now? How you’ve moved on?” 

“Don’t do that,” he said, stepping closer. “You know it’s not like that.” 

I laughed bitterly. “Really? Because it sure looks like it.” 

He sighed, running a hand through his hair. “It’s not what you think.” 

“Then what is it?” I challenged. “Explain it to me, Hassan. Explain why you’re here with her when you told me I was the one.” 

He hesitated, and that hesitation said everything. 

I shook my head, feeling the sting of tears I refused to let fall. “You’re unbelievable.” 

“Wait,” he said, grabbing my arm. “Just let me explain.” 

I pulled away. “No. I’m done listening to your excuses. You made your choice, Hassan. Now live with it.” 

I turned to leave, but something in his voice stopped me. 

“I never stopped loving you,” he said quietly. 

I froze, my back to him. 

“I know I don’t deserve you,” he continued. “I know I ruined everything. But you were my everything, yn. And no matter how hard I try to move on, I can’t.” 

I wanted to keep walking, to ignore him, but my body betrayed me. I turned around, and for a moment, we just stared at each other. His eyes were raw, vulnerable in a way I hadn’t seen in years. 

“You can’t do this to me,” I whispered, my voice breaking. 

“I’m not trying to hurt you,” he said, stepping closer. “I just... I need you to know. You’re the only one I’ve ever loved. And I’ll never stop loving you.” 

The tears I’d been holding back spilled over, and before I could stop myself, I threw my arms around him. He held me tightly, like he was afraid I’d slip away. 

“I hate you,” I whispered against his chest. 

“I know,” he said. “I hate me too.” 

We stayed like that for what felt like forever, tangled in a mess of love and pain. Maybe this was a mistake. Maybe I’d regret it. But in that moment, I didn’t care. 

Because for better or worse, I still loved him too.
.
.
.
.
.
.

Thanks for reading loves 🖤

Please ⭐✨
(𝐻𝑜𝑝𝑒𝑓𝑢𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑤𝑒 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑐ℎ 10𝑘 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑠 𝑏4 𝑚𝑦 𝑏𝑖𝑟𝑡ℎ𝑑𝑎𝑦 21 𝑑𝑒𝑐𝑒𝑚𝑏𝑒𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑚𝑒𝑎𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑙𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑒 🥺 𝑤𝑒'𝑟𝑒 𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑐𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑒 🤏)