One (h.s.)

twenty seven

the one where it all comes down to one option

-july 2014-

words, how little they mean, when you're a little too late

"Come in," Sebastian mumbled, not looking at her when she bypassed him into his room.

She felt extremely uncomfortable. Her favourite jeans had turned into her most hated ones because she was wearing them when the most catastrophic moment in her life had happened. (It's a little bit of an exaggeration, but in the moment, it was devastating.)

She decided to sit one of the armchairs near the window, while Sebastian occupied the once in front of her.

After a brief silence, he spoke.

"We're filing for a divorce."

And she nodded, not speaking a single word. She didn't complain against it, because she already knew this was going to happen.

Her thumbs fumbled in her lap, where her eyes were looking down on, too embarrassed to stare at Sebastian in the eyes.

He sighed from across the coffee table.

"Charlotte, I'm mad. I really am mad. It hurts and I'm angry at myself for not seeing it before -- how the hell you managed to have an affair with someone without me knowing is incomprehensible -- and I'm mad at you for not telling me about it. If you didn't love me anymore, you could've just said something and we would talk about it. Try and fix things. But going behind my back and kissing someone else -- hell, maybe you've even had him in bed already -- is a really nasty thing to do to me.

I understand I haven't been with you a whole lot and I'm sorry for that. But it didn't necessarily mean you could go around and throw yourself at someone else while you were married to me. While you had a husband." He stopped to catch his breath, and a small thought came to mind. "You never were going out with Audrey that much, were you?"

She shook her head.

"Dammit, Charlotte," he cursed, sitting back into the armchair and sinking into it, closing his eyes to try and keep his calm.

"I'm sorry," she squeaked.

"I accept the apology. But I still do not wish to carry on being married to you. You've hurt me in such a way that I do not see myself being able to still be with you. Do not ever think that I'm not mad at you anymore, because I am. But I'm trying to keep myself calm so I don't scare you away. I wish for us to end things correctly, even if the reason for our divorce was incorrect. I want to end on good terms with you, but I'll always have that small area of hurt inside my heart because of you."

She sniffed, and wiped away a tear that was sliding down her cheek.

"We have a meeting with our lawyer this afternoon. You know where to go, right?"

She nodded her head.

"Please leave," he breathed out, choking on his own tears, because he was letting go on one of the people in the world he loved the most. The pain of the cheating already hitting him hard in the chest.

She just stood up from the armchair and walked towards the door, turning around to look at him once more. His back was arched, his arms on his knees and his face in his hands.

"I'm really sorry I didn't love you enough," she whispered from the door and then, with a heavy sigh, she left his room to go down to hers.

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short chappie because i dont know what else to write sorryyyy