14 weeks sticking to plan E

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Rebecca's pov

Courage.

I summoned enough courage to walk up to Emeliano. I wronged him, I betrayed him. I broke whatever trust he managed to build between us. He was right after all, I ruined us. But something in me told me that it wasn't all ruined.

Something may have changed between us, but I knew we still had something, I knew there was still a part of me that could still reach out to a part of him.

I couldn't just let him leave like that, what we had was worth fighting for, and if he didn't see it that way, I'd show him.

His door was left slightly open, my hand reached for the handle, pulling it open fully as I stepped in. He was packing his clothes into his suitcase.

Gently, I shut the door behind me.

Just then, he turned to me, his eyes studied me for a second before he went on with his packing.

Sighing, I moved to stand next to him.

"So that's it?" I said, my voice below whispers. It was clear that I was sad, I wasn't the slightest bit happy with our situation. I caused all this, but I did it with the most purest intensions. Why couldn't he see that? What was so hard to believe?

He ignored me totally, going on with packing.

He picked up a blue T shirt, and shoved it into the suitcase.

I pulled the blue T-shirt from the suitcase, along with another shirt back to the bed. "I'm not gonna let you go anywhere." I said, trying to look into his eyes, but he tried his possible best to turn away from me.

He pulled the clothes back into the box but I pulled them back out just as fast.

His jaw clenched and unclenched.

"We have to talk about this." I said.

He moved away from me, to his wardrobe. He grabbed the few shirts he had hung up already, and moved back to the bed, shoving the shirts into the box.

I on the other hand, made it my duty to pull the shirts back out, in fact, I began to pull everything out of the box. When I was done, I looked up to find him glaring at me.

"What the fuck is your problem?" He gritted out.

"At least listen to what I have to say-"

"What more could you possibly say?" He asked, his look was as hard as the word hard.

"I'm sorry."

"I've heard that one before." He said, gently pushing pass me to the pile of clothes on the bed. He pulled the box closer to his direction, shoving the clothes I pulled out, back into the box.

Pressing my lips together, I pulled out the clothes he shoved into the bag.

"Stop unpacking the box! What are you? Ten?"