Enough

Part 2

It's been another six months since you broke up with Cronus. Or more accurately, since he broke up with you. However it was, you've been doing okay for the most part. For the first couple of weeks, you were sunk in melancholy, wondering why you ever bothered to try because it never worked out. But then you decided "fuck it" and moved on, doing your best to get out of the funk he left you in.

Today marks the exact day of the breakup, but you're not sad. You're actually really happy. Why? Because Cronus was right for once. You did find someone who thought you were amazing. And that person was Kurloz Makara. Granted, he's not exactly a normal guy, but then again, who decided what normal actually is?

Right this second, you're sitting with Kurloz in the park, watching some kids play soccer. Kurloz has one arm wrapped around your shoulders, holding you against his lanky frame. Your head is resting on his shoulder and one hand is on his knee; you're pretty sure you've never been this comfortable with a person before. You glance up at his painted face and smile a little, sighing contently.

What's with the smile, lil mama? he signs easily with his free hand.

"I'm just really happy, 'Loz," you reply.

Glad to hear it. You should motherfuckin' smile more often. You look motherfuckin' amazing.

You blush a little and lean up to kiss his cheek. He smiles back at you despite the stitches and holds you even closer.

A little while later, you realize you're thirsty. Kurloz offers to grab you both a drink from the vendors just across the way, and you agree. He stands and walks away, leaving you sitting alone on the grass. Not ten seconds after he's gone, someone walks up to you. You recognize the boots and frown a little.

"What do you want, Cronus?" you ask without looking at him.

He sits in front of you, looking oddly miserable. "VWhy that creep?" he asks bluntly.

You raise an eyebrow.

He continues. "VWhy Makara, kitten? You could do so much better than him."

"Sure, I could get back with you," you answer sarcastically. "No thanks."

Cronus looks hurt, but doesn't leave yet. "Listen, I just vwanted to say I'm sorry for bein' such a glubbin' idiot, okay?"

You shrug, feeling a slight pang at the hurt in his voice. You're starting to remember why you fell for Cronus in the first place. "Apology accepted. Now can you leave? Kurloz is coming back."

He sighs and starts to rise. "Please just tell me vwhy you picked him, kitten. He's a total creep."

Rolling your eyes, you lean back on your hands. "Because he actually listens to me. He cares about me, and he's always there. I don't have to worry about him looking at other girls when I'm right next to him." You pause, glancing at Cronus's face to see the impact your words are having; he looks almost disgusted. Guess the tension between them was worse than you thought. "Kurloz is amazing, and he thinks I'm perfect the way I am. I don't have to pretend around him."

Cronus looks guilty now, chewing on his lower lip as his trademark cigarette bobs up and down with the motion. "So I vwas right?"

"About finding someone who saw that I was great how I was? Yeah. Now go. Please. I don't want you two getting into a fight."

"Okay, kitten. Glad to see you're happy, at least." He gets completely to his feet and walks slowly away just as Kurloz returns, looking confused and slightly annoyed.

What the motherfuck was that about, lil mama? he asks once he's given you your drink.

"Cronus was feeling sorry for himself," you answer calmly, taking a sip of the cool beverage.

He didn't motherfuckin' bother you, did he?

"Nope. I know how to deal with him, 'Loz. It's cool."

Kurloz smiles at you and offers a hand. Ready to get outta here?

"Sure thing, 'Loz. We can head back to your place and watch that new horror movie if you want."

He chuckles softly behind his stitches and wraps his arm around you again once you've found your feet. You walk with him out of the park, in the opposite direction from the one Cronus had taken.

You're perfectly happy with Kurloz, and you wouldn't trade his love for anything in the world, but you still can't help glancing back over your shoulder as you leave. Back to where Cronus is now standing, arms crossed as he leans on a tree trunk. And another burst of pain hits you. Shaking your head, you face forward again, forward to the future with Kurloz at your side, leaving the past, and Cronus, behind.