Crying in Wonderland

01 / вяєαк му нєαят αgαιи✤

june 19th, the aftermath

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She stifled a cry into her chest, and chewed over her lips, as if it was the only ability to catch any normalcy. He stood across from her and heaved a deep sigh as he fiddled with his hands.

"Can you say something? I mean, anything." Aiden exasperatingly asked, as he locked his shoulders back.

She ran her eyes from her bright white sneakers to the wearied pair of trainers on her opposite. A pale, shaking hand ran its way into her ebony locks, and all of a sudden, light gray eyes turn into a dissembling black, angry and volatile, because she sees the reality now.

She should be heartbroken, made to shambles, a crying wreck for shit's sake. She's been left countless times, but in each time she's on the bathroom floor sobbing her living senses out, and throwing everything in the vicinity.

For right now, those could come later.

But now, she'd like to throw a few words for forsaking her vulnerability.

"Yes, I can say something."

"Alright, can you—"

"—I can't believe you'd be such a dumb brick head to believe him. You're such a piece of shit."

His jaw momentarily slacks, before it clenches into a boiling rage. He scoffs, before he gestures to the tired teenage girl that he once thought the world of.

"I'm the piece of shit? Me?" A vexed roll of her eyes along with a vigorous nod allows him to nod slowly with a click of his tongue.

"You took off with my FUCKING FRIEND, LILIAN. How could I forgive you? Or him—don't feel left out, he's seen my fist to his face a couple of times."

"That's not what happened! I wouldn't ever hurt you like that, you know that Aiden, you know it!"

He sucks at his teeth and his eyes begin to redden slightly with the straining tears, and her heart begins to pound, because she could feel the threads of everything she held on for the past year run out of her hand like yarn falling off its spool. Everything was running out of her hands because someone made a misunderstanding sound so comprehensible, made it sound so understanding that the one man she believed and trusted in, would be faced with the decision to leave her... and would readily accept it.

He chokes back a sob within his throat, but his voice breaks within his words.

"I can't know that." He says mournfully.

She runs up to him and clutches onto his hands, and fearfully shakes her head in disbelief. The tears that held themselves against the fences broke out and flowed onto his reddened cheeks. She clears her throat a couple of times, before she reaches up to glance into his brown eyes that would brighten at her appearance, but now were trembling in sadness.

She wrapped her arms around his neck tightly, and slacked in relief as his arms went around her immediately, caressing her hip as he always does, and tapping his fingers against her spine to calm him down, as if it was a night in love and not a rainy hour.

"Yes, you can." She responds almost out of breath, as she rubs the nape of his neck, adjusting herself so that he could nuzzle his head into the crook of her neck.

"I love you, Aiden. You know that."

He tenses at the solemn phrase, and disentangles himself from her and her intoxicating scent of vanilla and ocean water, and backs up with a frown.

"Not enough, Lilian. Not enough."

She sucks onto her bottom lip as her eyes start to brim with tears. He stares at his shoes for a while as he inhales a deep breath.

"What do you mean?" She asks as a tear falls and burns its path against her red cheeks. He looks up and his eyes are almost bloodshot with no response.

Her voice starts to crack as she sadly questions, "Do you not remember all we've done? Do I need to fucking remind you, Aiden?"

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