Forgetting Roman

{forty-one}

{forty-one}

                “Dylan?” he asked.

                “Noelle?” I encountered with a single arch of my left eyebrow.

                “You fucked Dylan?” He asked ignoring my question completely.

                “You slept with Noelle?”

                “ANSWER MY FUCKING QUESTION, ASPEN!” Roman yelled, his voice booming so loud birds in the nearby trees flew away.

                “Answer mine, Roman!” I screamed back.

                We remained silent, chests rising and falling in sync. The silence was definite- the howl of the wind and rustle of the trees only evident in the background. With our gazes locked from across the vast grounds, we let the silence wash over us.

                We were both angry- words alien.

                Minutes passed before I finally spoke. I shook my head and ran a hand through my pale blonde hair, “This was why.” I told him. “This was why you sought affection out in someone else. This was why I sought affection in someone else. We’re not healthy for each other!”

                Roman remained silent, emotionless, face impassive.

                I was about to open my car door when Roman spoke, stopping me in my tracts. “You knew I was never one for relationships.”

                “Then why did you ask me to be your girlfriend?” I questioned, angry that he decided to throw that excuse out there. “Why commit when you know you won’t be able to keep your dick in your pants?”

                “Because the unthinkable happened,” he said. “I fell in love- with you, and I thought I could stop my ways but I couldn’t. Not even for you.”