Tayvis One-Shots

night gone wrong (pt 2)

Travis's POV

It's been a week. Seven long days without her, but it feels like a lifetime. Every minute of every day, all I can think about is what happened that night. The way she looked at me. The way she couldn't even look at me after everything fell apart.

I can't get the image of her in that bathroom out of my head. The door locked behind her, the sound of muffled voices, and the unmistakable hunger in her eyes when I walked in to see her body pressed up against another man's.

She cheated. She didn't just leave me hanging with no explanation; she cheated on me. With another guy. And for a week, I've been sitting here, stewing in it, questioning everything. All those moments we shared, all the promises we made to each other, none of it mattered. Because she decided, in that moment, that someone else was better than me.

She asked for this meeting. She said she wanted to explain. I don't know what she could possibly say that would make me understand.

I'm sitting at the bench where we always used to meet. The spot is too quiet now, too empty without her here beside me. The streetlights above flicker, but I can't seem to focus on anything but the pounding of my heart and the memory of that night.

When I hear the familiar footsteps, I know it's her. But I can't bring myself to look at her right away. Instead, I take a deep breath and force my eyes to stay on the ground. She's the one who walked away from me, and now she wants to fix this?

"Travis..." Her voice is quiet, and when I look up, I see her standing there. Her eyes are wide, like she's waiting for me to say something, but there's something else too, guilt.

I stand up, arms crossed over my chest, not sure what I want to do. "What do you want, Taylor?"

She's quiet for a beat, then steps closer, hesitating. "I—I owe you an explanation. For what happened that night."

I don't know if I'm ready to hear it, but I force myself to keep my mouth shut. My stomach is twisted into knots, my hands are clenched into fists at my sides.

"I'm listening," I say, though my voice is rough. I can barely look at her.

"I know I've messed up," she starts, her eyes not meeting mine. "I wasn't thinking. It wasn't supposed to happen the way it did. But I—"

"Stop." My voice cracks, and I'm pissed at myself for sounding weak. "You cheated on me, Taylor. You cheated on me in that bathroom with some guy, and you're standing here trying to explain it away?"

Her eyes widen, her breath catching in her throat. "It's not that simple."

"It is that simple," I snap. "You made it that simple the moment you walked into that bathroom and betrayed me. You knew what you were doing. And you didn't stop. You chose him over me."

She flinches at the words, like they're a physical blow. But it's nothing compared to the way I feel right now. The hurt. The betrayal.

"I wasn't myself," she says quickly, like she's trying to justify it. "I was confused. I didn't know what I was doing. I didn't think I was capable of hurting you like that."

I don't know whether to be angry or to laugh. "You didn't think you were capable? Are you serious? Because that sure as hell looks like someone who knew exactly what they were doing. You don't just end up in someone's arms by accident, Taylor. You made a choice."

"I—I know," she stammers, stepping closer, her voice trembling. "I never meant to hurt you. But it was all too much. I was scared, and I—"

"No," I cut her off. "Don't give me excuses. You knew what you were doing. You made that choice, and now you've got to deal with the consequences."