𝕊𝕋𝕆ℝ𝕀𝔼𝕊 𝔽ℝ𝕆𝕄 𝔸 𝕎𝕆ℝ𝔻 ～ 𝘋𝘺𝘭𝘢𝘯 𝘖'𝘉𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯

28) Compunction

Compunction (noun) [kuh m-puhngk-shuh n]
A feeling of uneasiness or anxiety of the conscience caused by regret for doing wrong or causing pain; remorse

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You were furious. You couldn't stand the fact that your fiancé wasn't doing anything about your wedding. He takes you for granted and acts as if everything would happen magically.

But little did you know, he was furious too.

"DYLAN!" You were done with him not listening. "I asked you last week to give me a list of guests from your side for the wedding! I can't do anything with the invitations!" You yelled at him, "What happened about it?"

Your fiancé buried his face in his hands and sighed. He looked like a mess, hair and clothes all messed up. His eyes were droopy from the lack of sleep in the last couple of days, but you didn't care. It was on him for not sleeping. You always told him to sleep on time.

"Just... give me some space. Please," Dylan said the last word stiffly. You shook your head in disbelief. You had a catalogue in your hand that you threw on the coffee table. "Let's not do this anymore," You said.

Dylan stood up. "You know how much I've been working. Working my ass off so that I can finish and then focus on the wedding," He argued, "What part of that don't you understand?!"

"That's why I'm saying that we'll postpone the wedding!" You stated loudly, "Clearly, you can't do two things at once so-"

"Oh, now it's my fault?!" Dylan questioned, taking a step forward. You took a step back. You could see fumes coming out of his ears. "I'm doing it because it's my job," He yelled, "You try memorising thirty pages of script in ten days and see how well you do!"

You felt a sharp pain on you cheek, as your face turned the other way. He slapped you.

"[y/n]... I..." Dylan tried to say something but you were already on your way to your bedroom. You went to your dressing table and grabbed your bag. "[y/n], I'm... sorry. I wasn't-" Dylan reasoned but you interrupted him.

"Stop. Just. Stop," You said with no emotion, "Don't say another word." You turned and looked at him, sorrow in his eyes while anger flamed yours.

You stomped towards the main door, Dylan on your tail. "We're postponing the wedding so that you can deal with yourself and your issues," You stated and opened the door.

"Goodbye Dylan," You said and slammed the door shut, the sound echoing through the floor's corridors.

You ran to the elevator, your cheek still stinging. Tears rolled down your face as you furiously pressed the elevator button.

You couldn't believe what just happened.

You started to question whether it was right to be with Dylan or not.