game || randy

five.

rye's pov
i was on a run when i first saw him.

after distancing myself for months, thankfully not seeing him in the streets or anywhere else, i was finally moving on. i know what i've done was messed up. but then again i knew he wouldn't be happy if he had stayed with me.

he looked older. not as vulnerable as i remembered. he was laughing, talking to a friend. he looked happy, almost carefree. i wanted to know what his life was like without me and all my problems in it. i was wondering what he remembered. if he only remembered the bad parts, me trying to push him away, yelling at him, getting him in trouble. or maybe he remembered the good parts too.

i was wondering if he made up with his mum, how many new people he had in his life that i didn't know. if he told them about me. if they knew about anything that happened. i was glad he moved on and i was glad he was safe cause that was my intention after all.

maybe i changed my running path after that.

i would understand why i could seem creepy; watching my ex go to the same building every morning exactly at 8:15, but just knowing he was safe was enough to keep me sane. at least a bit.

he usually walked down the street into a coffee shop, where he bought a drink, i didn't know which one it was, but i was almost sure he'd choose a latte. then he walked into another building and i'd never see him after. it was probably his work place, i didn't know, i never went close enough to see, because i was too scared he'd walk out of the door and see me.

so this has been my life for the past few months.

watching my ex go to work everyday. it calmed me down, because i could keep an eye on him and know he was safe.

but today was different. i'd normally wait on a bench near by, taking a break and watching him pass by. when i saw him today, he wasn't alone. a tall man was right next to him and andy was laughing at something he said. they went to get coffee together and walked into the building together as well. they weren't holding hands, but i've seen enough to know that they were obviously a thing.

i didn't understand it. i felt mad, somehow betrayed, even though i knew there was no way andy and i would ever have a chance together. that's why i left him, because i wanted him to be happy. i knew that he wouldn't be happy with me, that he would eventually break and it would be too dangerous. so why do i feel like this when he's finally happy with someone else?

i got up and ran all the way back home. i knew i wouldn't go there tomorrow. he didn't need me. he had someone else to keep him safe.

a/n
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