It was perfect

Caught

He told me to wait in the living room until he got home. He told me we needed to talk. He sounded annoyed, distraught, tormented. Thoughts raced through my mind and I knew it was finally coming to an end. There's no doubt he's found out, I thought, but how?

The door creaked open, slightly tapping the wall. Kenma. I turned my head, offering him a crooked smile, unfortunately, he didn't seem to accept it, let alone see it. He seemed to be in a different world, zoned out.

In a flash I was on the floor, being straddled by Kenma, tears splattering on my face. I wasn't expecting him to cry...

"You bastard!" He hissed out at me, his words sharp and skin-splitting like razor blades. My eyes were shut tight, unable to even peek at the boy I once loved, who sat upon my chest.

"You lied. You discarded my feelings. You went against what is right. And you don't even care." His words came out in a jumble, hard to comprehend what he was saying, but I knew. We've had this conversation before. He was right. I didn't care, I discarded him, I was doing something horrid and unforgivable. And yet, he forgave me. That was last time, though. Surely I couldn't get away with it again. I was struck out, caught in a nasty lie. I didn't feel bad exactly, just bored. I've had this conversation with him before and it didn't stop me. Maybe it should've. As I said though, I don't care.

"Another affair..." His sentence broke in half as he paused to wipe his eyes, a small laugh escaping his lips. "Another perfect day the perfect life of Kenma and Kuroo." I opened my eyes now, looking at his neck as he looked up at the ceiling, his bangs hanging in front of his face. This is different, this isn't the same speech as last time. I knew something new was coming my way, and I wasn't that prepared for it.

I was now able to stare at him as he talked on, his words going through one ear and out the other. His faced inched towards mine, like he was leaning for a kiss.

And I felt a spark in my heart, a jolt of electricity, something only he could make me feel. This would be our last kiss.

He stopped. He stopped right above my lips, causing my breath to hitch in my throat, my hand reaching towards his head to pull him closer. Please, once more, I thought. Wh- what? Why? Why did I care if he kissed me or not? I wasn't in love with this puny, scrawny kid. Not anymore.

Both he and myself fought against my arm. I was trying to stop and he was trying to pull away. We both won, the kiss vanishing into my dreams as he pulled his head up. He looked into my eyes with his tear-filled, cat-like eyes, hatred radiating out of them. "No more. I'm not forgiving you this time, I'm not listening to your bullshit lies, I'm not gonna lie to myself anymore." Kenma huffed out, leaning towards me again. "You never loved me, did you?"

"I-i-i... I did."
He scoffed at my words, beginning to get off of me.

"Pack your things and get out of my apartment." He said coldly, grabbing my hand and forcibly yanking me off the ground.

"I'll be back at 8:00pm, I don't wanna see you or anything that belongs to you when I get back."

He grabbed his keys out of his pocket and rushed out the door, shutting it behind him. I was left standing in the dim living room, in a stunned silence. Where will I go?