Cheater ; Phan ~ completed

5

(Dan)

The door swings open, and to say the least, I wasn't prepared.

There sits Phil, in an oversized hoodie. His hair is a mess and his cheeks are bright red, not to mention the tears, and red, tired eyes. I almost wanted to hug him, and cry until it all felt better.

But my eyes then trailed to his neck, where dark purple marks sit. Marks I didn't make.

Its then that my heart breaks a little more. I meet those deep blue eyes, tears falling from my own.

"I love you, Dan." He whispers brokenly.

I stop myself from bawling my eyes out, biting my lip to muffle a sob. Instead a small whimper escapes my lips as tears stream down my cheeks. I want to believe the words as they come from his mouth, but something tells me I can't.

I can't form words. I want to say it back. I would, but looking into his eyes, anything I want to say is gone. So I just sit there, silently, crying.

"I'm sorry." He whispers, looking down.

He leans forward, grabbing my hand. I pull my hand back, knowing I'll feed into his apologies if he gets any closer.

"Sorry doesn't fix it this time, Phil." I mutter, my voice scratchy.

"I know." He says. "But what will?"

"The truth?" I say, not sounding to sure of myself.

"What do you want to know?"

"Why'd you do it?"

"Dan.. I don't have a good reason. Nothing that could give you a clear answer."

"Who?"

"I.."

"Who?" I repeat.

"An old friend."

"Have I met them?"

"No."

"What happened?"

"We were talking.. And drinking.. And he.."

"He what?"

"He leaned in and kissed me.. and.."

"And?"

"And I kissed back."

"Why?"

"I don't know!"

"I don't know isn't fucking good enough!" I snap, crying harder.

"I know!"

"What else?"

"Do you really want all the details?"

"Yes."

"I wasn't thinking, I was a few drinks in and I just, let it happen. We made out for a bit and he gave me a few hickeys. Then I fell asleep on his couch.. Then came home. Dan, I'm sorry.."

"A few? Have you seen yourself?" I scoff, getting angrier.

"I'm sorry Dan!" He shouts, making me even more upset. He can't be sorry. Sorry doesn't fix a broken heart.

"Why Phil? Why? You've got to have a reason!"

"I really don't."

"What is it?! Am I not good enough? Did he have something I don't? Do you not love me like you used to? Am I getting boring?"

"No, NO, Dan. Of course not! I.. God.. I.."

"Then why did you do it?!" I shout, pushing him and standing up, pacing around my room.

"I. Don't. Know." He says, standing up and leaning against the doorframe.

"That doesn't help!" I shout, turning around and looking towards him.

"I know, but I don't!"

"Then fucking make something up! Do something! Make me feel a little better! Give me a reason! You don't just fucking make out with somebody because, why the hell not?!"

"I was drinking!" He shouts, looking down.

"Thats not all. I see it on your face. Don't you dare lie to me." I say, standing right in front of him, not breaking eye contact.

"He wasn't just a friend."

"NO shit!" I shriek, going back to pacing.

"No, I mean, before I met you.. We used to date."

"WHY THE FUCK DID YOU MEET UP WITH AN EX!?" I shout, shoving him again.

"He reached out to me! What did you want me to say?! No?"

"YES!" I say, hitting his chest. "Tell him you've got a boyfriend, that you love!"

"Babe, I wasn't thinking!"

"Don't babe me, okay." I say firmly. "I wasn't thinking, I was drunk, it didn't mean anything. That's what they all say!"

"But I'm not them! I mean it! I love you!"

"Then fucking PROVE IT!"

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