Safe from Scars (COMPLETE)

35. Say your goodbyes

Well, this is certainly news to me.
It's kind of an important detail to leave out, right?
This wasn't just some childhood friend you fell in love with.
He was planning to marry her, to make her his wife, and spend the rest of his life with her.

He's only known me for not even a fraction of his time with her.

Oh god. Does that make me a home wrecker?
I am many things, but I'm definitely not a fiancé thief. I can't be.

I feel like a fool.
I thought maybe he felt something for me that he didn't feel for Emily, but now I'm confused as fuck.
Maybe it's Roman who's confused.

He's been so supportive and kind beyond measure, sex was fucking fantastic, but this is just too weird. He's still hung up on his ex fiancé gone drug addict who is back to pick up right where they left off.

An equation that I don't fit in to, clearly.
It's not my style.

I dash to the door, and throw my shoes on. He'll have to drop my clothes off sometime, but I'm not worried about that right now.
I just need to get out of here before we wakes.
I throw my bag over my shoulder and skip back to the kitchen for my phone, I can order an Uber when I'm outside.

"Kali?" Roman's sleep filled voice calls as his footsteps approach from the hall.
He freezes, and his eyes scan my body. I know.
I look absolutely ridiculous.
I'm still wearing his T shirt, with my converse, looking like a petty thief.

"Is everything okay?" He asks, worry spread across his face, but he doesn't take a single step toward me.

"Uhhh..I..thought..I should probably be getting back home now." I mumble, avoiding eyes contact because I'm afraid those baby blues will pull me right in.

"Is everything alright? Did I do something?" His voice is desperate and borderline frantic.

I just really need to put this to end, if that's what it is. An end.
We can always be friends, granted those relationships never work out.
Our energy is too intense to be something strictly platonic.
It hurts to think about it, but I will not be a home wrecker.

My eyes meet his with a sigh.
"I know that you loved Emily, and you proposed to her." My voice trails off and it all starts to make sense for him.

His eyes are burning mine.

"I have a feeling that she came back to pick up right where you two left off, is that correct?"

He nods, and keeps his on mine.
I step closer to him.

"Roman, I love you, for everything. For being my friend, for distracting me, encouraging me, and supporting me. I truly appreciate it, from the bottom of my heart, but I can not stand in the way of you and Emily."

He's hurt.

"She had an accident, and she had to go away, but it's obvious that she still has feelings for you. Serious feelings, Roman. And by the picture of the fridge, I'm sure you do too."

I'm so proud of myself, for standing my ground, and expressing myself without crying. I feel like a big girl.

Silence.
For once, I'm right. He really does still have feelings for her. I'd better get the hell out of here before I show him that big girls do cry.

I take my phone from the kitchen table, and start back to the door.
Roman is still standing in the hall, expressionless, sweatpants hanging from his hips, looking so god damn edible.
Snap out of it, Kali.

"I don't know how I can thank you enough, for the kindness you've shown me. I genuinely love your company, and your friendship, but I can't be your clutch while you figure out who you want, Roman. It's not fair to me, and it's not fair to Emily."