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He can't breathe. It hurts so badly because every time he slows down to think all Ace sees is the image burned into his eyelids. Avior embracing a young woman. Avior kissing her. Saying "I love you," in the way he said to Ace that morning when he'd left for work. Promising that he'd move in with her soon, as soon as he could move out of his parents' house?!
It hurts.
It.
Hurts.
Avior lied to him. Avior used him. Tears were streaming down Ace's face. What was he, if not Avior's boyfriend? His fuckbuddy? His secret side piece? His experiment?
Fuck.
Ace slams a fist into the wall; he feels the plaster give a bit with the force. Barely managing to yank his keys from his pocket, he stabs them into the lock and twists it violently until the door swings open. Leaving the it ajar, he storms inside. Avior's mug of keys by the entryway is smashed to the floor. Fuck him. Fuck this.
He continues his whirlwind of destruction through the apartment; the shelves they'd built over the summer strewn across the kitchen, books and knickknacks shattered and spilt. Ace pauses, gasping for breath, throat scratchy from yelling. Fresh tears spill from his eyes as he sees the mess, but there's no regret. Just anger. Humiliation. Hate.
Gritting his teeth, Ace stomps straight into the bedroom he'd shared with that fucking two-faced piece of shit, grabbing a duffel bag and stuffing his clothes and important belongings into it. Phone, wallet, bus pass. He pauses by the picture frame displayed on his bedside; two grinning faces frozen in time blankly meet his eyes. A growl escapes Ace's throat and he swats the offending thing to the floor, sneering as its glass shatters.
"Ace? Holy shit?! What're you--?!"
A wild cry is torn from Ace as he tosses the bag down and tackles Avior into the wall.
"You asshole! You fucking cheater! Go fucking tell your damn girlfriend she can move in because I'm fucking done being your stupid experiment."
The taller man is aghast, but doesn't defend himself. Oh, it hurts. It burns and it aches and it hurts. Ace continues, belligerent.
"Delete my fucking number; delete my sister's number. Get the fuck out of my life, you fucking scum."
Tears are falling down his face in torrents, hot and quick. He slams his bruising knuckles into the wall by Avior's head. A hole is punched through the drywall and Ace curls his lip as he backs away from Avior, snatching his bag.
"Don't expect to see me again, asswipe. And if you see my obituary, don't even think about showing up to my damn funeral unless you want to lower me into my damned grave to let me down one last time."
He meets the stricken eyes watching him, then turns away.
"Hope I never see you again."
