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ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ғɪғᴛᴇᴇɴ: ɪ'ᴍᴛʜᴇᴏɴʟʏᴏɴᴇᴛᴏʙʟᴀᴍᴇ
❝ ɪ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ sʜᴏᴜʟᴅ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴅᴏɴᴇ ɪᴛ.❞
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YOU STOOD WITH YOUR BACK AGAINST THE METAL RAILING OF THE BALCONY, arms folded across your chest defensively as your foot tapped against the tiled floor. Right across from you was Brendon, leaning against the wall with one hand stuffed in the front pocket of his jeans and the other absentmindedly combing through his hair.
This had been the case for the last five minutes, during which neither of you uttered a single word to one another, despite that being the reason you were both standing in each other's company in the first place.
"You know," you sucked on your teeth, taking the initiative and breaking the silence, "usually when someone says 'I need to talk to you', they actually talk to you."
The agent's jaw muscles tensed up as he gave a small, barely noticable nod, seemingly agreeing with your words. Yet, it still took a minute before he spoke.
"What I did... pretending to die, disappearing for a year...it was stupid. It was stupid, it was irrational and I-" he started out in his usual tone, strong and confident and controlled and Brendon, but all of that faltered towards the end, and you got the tiniest of glimpses at his vulnerability, "I never should have done it."
He didn't look at you as he spoke, rather boring a hole in the floor with his intense stare, as he shook his head, almost as if he were disgusted with himself.
