The relationship between Rita and Peter seemed doomed, after all, she thought she was moving across the ocean forever just when she realized she loved him.
But did she really? A lot has happened since, find out how much on Ruled, where they make...
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Peter's POV
''Rita?'' I spoke worriedly, extending my hand above her leg and giving it a squeeze, hoping to get some reaction out of her but she simply looked at me, the fire, usually, in her eyes looked like it had been dowsed with ice water and I knew right then, she had crawled inside an invisible shell becoming utterly unreachable.
I was standing right next to her but she wasn't there. She was somewhere else I couldn't reach, her features looked deceased, her skin pale and her body was stiff. I basically stood on the brink of something I couldn't describe but If I could it would along the lines of what it's like to see heartbreak in person. She impersonated it perfectly for I bet it was all she was at that moment.
''Are you sure?'' She gulped after a while, her eyes seemed like they took far too much effort to carry over me, they were heavy and void of all light.
''A hundred percent.'' My stomach churned as I nodded.
''Why? Why would he do this behind my back?'' It was then she broke down, giving up completely to her sadness.
In the space of less than a year her trust has been betrayed twice and that had to cut deep within her soul. A friend's betrayal can break your heart more than love, it's true, but I still did that I did and contributed to the tears streaming down her beautiful features. My heavy conscience was excruciatingly consuming me up from the inside.
''Was this part of a massive plot to win me back? Making sure I'd return and making sure you weren't anymore in the picture.'' She clenched her heart like it physically ached. Mine sure did. ''Oh my god.''
''I don't know, I don't really have the slight idea.'' I confessed, though her theory stuck inside my brain.
''You know what's the worst part of this all?''
''What?'' My eyebrows furrowed with true confusion.
''You freed the way for him to succeed.'' She didn't stutter, eyeing me with such intensity my confidence shattered all around me like fine crystal. ''For eight months, it should have been you hearing about how much I hated London, how much I missed you and America, how much I wished I was there to see you score on game days, how much I wanted to play Juliet in the end of the year. It should have been you telling me it was okay, telling me to still mail the application just for fun and telling me you loved me. It should have been you doing a lot of things, not him. You let him replace you. I mean thank you for telling me the truth but it doesn't change the fact you let him get in your head Peter and that, that's not on him. It hurts me in ways I can't describe you weren't able to believe in us.''
Her words cut deep into my chest, the pain equals that of a hundred knifes digging my skin repeatedly. I've hurt her - It it me.
The invisible walls I always make sure to maintain high, walls those that keep me from showing vulnerability, dropped to dust and my eyes flooded with the tears I should have shed before, tears I held back for eight months, chained by my capacity to withdraw emotions and ignore unsettling situations.
