(Dan)
"Prove it?" He asks, looking at me funny.
"Yeah. Prove it." I say, not expecting what he does next.
Then, he takes a step closer to me, grabbing the side of my face and kissing my lips. I kiss back for a second, debating wether I should give in or not. Turns out, my mind won't let me just give in to the illusion that things are okay. I pull away, hitting him hard.
"Asshole." I say, attempting to leave the room.
"Dan please." He begs, standing in front of me.
"Move." I say, a plethora of emotions soaring through my veins.
"Please don't leave me." He says, tears falling from his eyes as he lets out a broken sob.
"Get. Out. Of. My. Way." I say firmly, my tears dried as I feel more angry than anything.
"Dan. Please." He begs, shaking his head. "Please. I can't lose you."
"I'm not playing this game." I mutter. "Please just move."
"I can't." He mumbles, closing the gap between us and hugging me tightly. "Please."
"Phil." I whine, struggling against his grip. "Let me go."
"I can't. I won't." He cries. "I love you and I know I messed up. But I love you. You're my best friend and I can't lose you."
"I don't want to lose you either." I say, tears building in my eyes. "But please, just let me go."
"I don't want to," He mumbles, crying harder. "because then you'll leave me. I know you will. I can't live without you."
"You should've thought about that when his fucking lips were all over you." I shout angrily, pushing him off of me and slamming the door shut in front of him.
"Dan please." He sobs, mumbling a million apologies and pleads. "Please. Don't hate me. I know you do. But please. I can't.. I can't.. I.. I love you.. God why did I..? Dan..God, Dan please. Please."
"You're driving yourself mad, Phil. Calm down." I say softly, anger still in my tone, but it's obvious I still care for him.
It must have shut him up, because I don't hear him say anything for a good five minutes. I know he's still sitting there because I hear the not-so-quiet sobs. I sit down, just as we did before, my hand against the door. Then I hear a deep, shaky, breath and a quiet sob.
"I messed up bad." He says with more composure. "I know I did. But I can't take it back, no matter how hard I try."
I grab another paper from the bedside table, scribbling out a question and slipping it under the door.
What were you thinking?
"I wasn't." He replies.
I'm sorry.
"What was going through your head at that moment, Phil?" I wonder out loud, writing another question down.
Did I even cross your mind?
"You did." He mutters.
I should've just listened to my thoughts. I'm sorry.
"Stop apologizing. It doesn't fix a thing."
"I'm sorry." He says, quickly catching himself. "Oh, sor- Oh, never mind."
What are we gonna do, Phil?
And back under the door.
I don't know.
"I really don't." He mutters.
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Cheater ; Phan ~ completed
FanficThere's a controversial question, one that is often asked. 'Would you forgive a cheater?' I always thought I knew what I'd do, but turns out.. it's a lot harder than I could've ever imagined. - - - Warnings - toxic ? relationship ? & cheating/hear...