Skinny Love (DISCONTINUED)

Broken.

*Justin's POV*

I walked the familiar walk to my apartment building, my head held low as I tried to think of what to say to Alex, after we had finished talking I debated for a moment on whether or not I should actually go see her.

A part of me wanted nothing more to do than have her in my arms, while the stupid and naive part of me wanted nothing to do with her. Of course though, the desperate need to have her in my arms overcame everything and I hopped on the nearest train. I thought of how exactly I was going to tell Alex. I wasn't going to just keep it from her because she deserves to know just as much as I deserve to know about what she's been doing,

I just feared that this conversation might end the once great relationship that we share together.

After me and Miley had broken up, Alex was the one person that made me want to get over her. Alex made me want to start a new chapter of my life, one without Miley and our past. The more I thought it, the more I regretted kissing Miley. It damaged everything.

I took a shaky breath as my hands clasped around the key to my apartment, dragging my feet up the stairs. Before I even got the chance to step inside, I saw Alex standing outside of the front door, her hair hanging loosely around her face. By the paleness of her skin and the dark circles under eyes, I realized that she didn't sleep at all. At that moment, I regretted being with Miley even more.

"You actually came..." She said in a small voice, her arms at her sides.

This is all wrong. I'm not supposed to feel sorry for her. She hurt me too. She's been with another man, she's been having this secret relationship behind my back for god knows how long. I shouldn't want to have anything to do with her.

Almost as if she knew that I had nothing to say, she took long strides towards me and her tiny arms wrapped around my body. I felt her gripping my shirt, not wanting me to leave.

She needs to know.

I can't keep this from her any longer.

"We need to talk."

Why couldn't things be different? Why did I have to see Miley again?

Why did she have to cause me so much pain and happiness at the same time?

"About what?" Alex questioned, lifting her head up a bit so that she could look up at me. Her eyes were stained red. She brought her hand to my face and caressed my cheek, the padding of her thumb brushing against my jawline.

I moved her hand away, kissing her palm before letting her hand fall back to her side. "I kissed Miley..." I said in a small shaky voice.

Alex went quiet for a moment.

"Y-You kissed her?"

I looked down at my feet, quickly nodding my head. "I also heard you with someone else here last night when I came back from being with her. It sounded like someone familiar..." Just then I realized who exactly the voice sounded like.

Her boss.

Alex looked shocked. She brushed her hair away from her eyes. "What are you talking about Justin? I wasn't with anyone last night."

Just by her saying this, it made me realize how coming here may have been a mistake. I wasn't going to waste my time just to have her lie to my face. "Alex, I heard you. I would appreciate it if you just told me the truth." No way was I just going to be the only one feeling guilty. If I was brave enough to admit to my wrongdoings, she should be brave enough to admit to hers.

She bit on her lower lip for a moment. "Can you just let me explain? Please..." She brought her hands back to my shirt, clutching the fabric. My hands found hers and I gave them a small squeeze, shaking my head.

"If you're just going to lie about it then no, I'm not going to waste my time and constantly be lied to. Tell me the truth Alex, I'm not going to ask you again."

Alex looked down and pressed her back against the front door of the apartment. Her fingers shook as she wiped a tear away from her cheek. "It started a couple of months ago. We were having a meeting one day and decided to go for dinner afterwards and since then, it's just been getting worse and worse. I tried to stop it before it led to anything serious, please believe me..."

"You obviously haven't been trying hard enough since you've been with him in our own home." I dug my hands into my back pockets, trying to avoid my eyes from Alex's.

"What happened to us?" She whispered.

"We're broken Alex, and I don't think that we'll be able to fix this."