Angst warning (with some fluff too cause you know me)
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"So that's it? I make one drunk mistake and you're done?" His nostrils are flared, skin hot and blood pulsating through his veins making his pressure points throb. Your eyes are red, tears burning your throat as you try to stifle a cry. "Bill I know your alcohol tolerance, you had two drinks and suddenly you're kissing girls in pretty little black dresses? I can't be here, not right now." You reply, reaching up to rake your fingers through your hair; palm pressed to your forehead as you try to suppress the sinking feeling in your chest.
He scoffs, walking away before turning back towards you out of frustration. He knows that what he did was wrong, he knows it, hates himself for it, and that's part of why he's so angry. He's furious at himself for doing something he would have never done if he were sober, but somehow the anger comes out indignantly and as if he can't help it.
"So you're going to leave? Instead of talking to me? Y/n I'm trying to say I'm sorry, but you won't fucking listen!" He yells, limber arms in front of him and waving through the air like wings of an eagle. "I have the right to be angry! If I would have done what you did, there'd be no discussion and you'd be out in a heartbeat. I tried to talk to you but you are the one who won't listen because instead of actually owning up to your actions, you act as if I should be grateful you're even showing remorse." You say back, more tears brewing in your pink waterlines as you stare up at the man.
The look on his face is one of pure exasperation and wroth, jaw clenching and eyebrows pressed together. His coffee colored hair is disheveled and messy from how many times he's run his fingers through it, or tugged at the locks out of annoyance. "Of course you have the right to be angry, but I was drunk, you know I would never fucking do something like that if I weren't, you're not even giving me a chance before you're ready to leave!" He yells, voice breaking. He feels defeated more than anything now.
"I just need air ok?! You're actually getting mad at me because I'm hurt about you making out with a girl at a bar, you're-" you can't even finish the words, your back already turned as you try to control the anger and sadness that pumps through you like oxygen. You just can't get the image out of your mind, his hands on her hips and his lips touching hers. It makes you feel physically sick.
"You're really unbelievable! I'm not mad at you, I'm mad at the fact that I do something, own up to it AND apologize, but somehow I'm still the villain. You know what? Go. Maybe I'll get wasted and some people over so you can come back home and get mad at me for it." He regrets the words as soon as they pass his lips, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down as he swallows thickly. His face is white, the blood draining out of it as he realizes the mistake he just made.
