Recovery {wRoNg sequel}

10

Hour 2:
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We're friends and we'll always be there for each other. No matter what.
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"A fucking letter." He repeated. His face said all that he was feeling. Hurt. Wronged. Betrayed. Manipulated.

I looked down in shame and my throat began to tighten. What could I say? It was true.

"Like an idiot, i thought that I could find a part where said you didn't love me anymore, so I could move on, but there wasn't." His said.

"You said you loved me and then you left me." He said quietly. "You left me when I needed you the most. You weren't there, I had no one."

"Gray-" I began but he cut me off almost immediately.

"Don't you dare say Grayson. That's different." He snapped. His anger no longer frightened me.

"We were always suppose to be there for each other, but clearly you didn't need me." He turned his head ways from me and I felt my self almost collapsed inside. I felt both pain and anger building up inside.

"You think I didn't need you." I choked out.

"You left me." He repeated, like it wasn't clear enough.

"You don't get it do you? I didn't leave you, I gave you up."

He turned around.

"What do you mean?" He asked.

"I gave you up because I couldn't give you a real relationship. I can't give you the things that you want."

"Why do you fucking think that?" He almost yelled out of frustration.

"Because it's the fucking truth! You have always wanted a girl you could hold hands with and do all the things normal couples would do and don't even try and deny it, I've seen your tweets." I hadn't noticed I was crying until a warm tear rolled down my check.

"I gave you up because you deserve better. I can't give you what you want and that's okay, as long as you are happy."

"But I'm not happy, can't you see. I'm fucking miserable without you Mal." It was the first time he'd said my nickname since I'd seen him again.

"What about your happiness? What about what you want?" He asked me.

"Doesn't matter. I can't miss what I haven't had."

There was a long silence and I leaned against the railing of the elevator.

"See, there you go. You're making excuses again when you won't admit that you hurt me and it meant nothing to you." He said and I lost it. "You literally told me you love and then left me. How fucked up is that? Can you imagine what that did to me? And now you wanna come back into my life as if nothing happened and be besties with my twin brother."

A warm tear rolled down my cheek and I was breathing heavily.

"You just wanted to leave me. You did this for yourself, not for me. It was so easy for you." He said shaking his head, looking at the floor.

"It was easy for me?" I looked at him and waited for our eyes to meet.

"I went against what religion says and everything I spent my whole life believing just so I could be with you. As soon as I left LA that day I couldn't eat and sleep for weeks. You were constantly on my mind. Everywhere I went I was reminded of you. I literally lost my mind because of you. You make it seem like it was all a walk in the park for me these past years when you know my life never has been." My gaze dropped to shoes.