Glassheart |bruno mars.

44. Part III

"New York?" Bruno asked, finally breaking the silence because God knows I was speechless.

"Yeah..." I say faintly, at least I know my voice still works.

He absorbs my words. His eyes look down briefly, like he was trying to figure out his thoughts or maybe what to say.

"How long?"  Now it's my turn to look away. "That long, huh?" He laughed shaking his head as he crossed his arms.

"It's not that I didn't want to tell you–"

He scoffed. "–well, you didn't–"

"–Don't. I just...couldn't? I don't know. I don't know." I don't even know what I'm saying, the words keep on piling out, drunken word vomit that doesn't make sense. But if I didn't talk Bruno would just assume the worst and close off to me.

"Is it because you don't trust me? Is that it? I know I treated you like shit when we first met but I've been trying and trying to show you that I'm not that guy–"

"–Can you just stop? This has nothing to do with Amelia." I held my hand out calmly, noticing he was getting riled up. Why is her name even coming up in this conversation? I thought we were past all this.

"Then what does this have to do with, Tina?" Bruno and my heart broke at the amount of hurt that was in his eyes. "Because you can't even tell me that you're packing up and leaving for a whole new life in New York."

"I never said I accepted the job!"

"So you're not taking it?"

"I...don't know." I admitted.

He let out a dramatic sigh and shook his head at me. "To think, one day I'll just stop by your place to find it empty, you gone in the wind–"

"I would have told you! I was going to tell you just now! I haven't made a fucking decision!"

"Haven't you? It's the dream, Jack Slade is everything. Of course you're gonna leave us all behind–"

"Leave what behind, exactly? There's nothing for me in LA." Collette's words were clear in my not so sober head right now.

"How can you even say that?" Bruno widened his eyes and looked back at me taking a step closer.

"I'm in a dead end job where I do photocopying, I'm broke–"

"How many times do I have to say this? I can help you out, Tina! Why are you so hell bent on being proud?"

"Because I don't want your help! I l don't need your help! I've figured shit out before and I can do it again."

"Do you even hear yourself? It's just money. You can pay me back. It's not a big deal."

God, did he know how out of touch he sounded just now?

"It is to me."

It had felt like we had hit a stalemate. All we were doing was making each other angrier. I wasn't sure how much more I could take right now.

Bruno narrowed his eyes at me suddenly, "...we were in New York for the VMAs a few months ago...did you know when I asked you?"

As if things couldn't get any worse.

I knew better than to lie.

"Of course you did." He chuckled humorlessly. "Were you secretly house hunting while I was practicing? Is this the reason you even agreed to come to Hawaii with me? Because you felt guilty or something?"