CHANCES ↠ NICK MARA

TWENTY SIX

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BABY🌹
if you loved me, you
would call me back

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I am trying not to freak out.

I am trying not to think about it, but I can still see those pictures in my mind. It's like they're engraved there. They looked so comfortable together. I am trying not to sound or look like a clingy or overly jealous girlfriend, but the way they looked in those pictures... they were different than anything else. It looked like they were dating. It looked like they were in their own little world. It looked like nothing else mattered to them in that moment besides each other. Nothing else. Not even me.

The thing that freaks me out the most is the way he's looking at her. When I first saw those pictures, it looked familiar. When I realized why it looked familiar, I wanted so badly to erase those pictures, throw them away, and erase them from my mind. It looked so familiar because the way he looked at her was almost like the way he looked at me. All longing. All in love.

I've been hiding in my room. I know Aimee and Miles are worried about me, especially with everything else going on. I couldn't bring it in myself to talk to them. I've been hiding in my room for the past few days. I don't want them to see me like this again. I feel like a fool.

Everything's just a mess.

I'm currently under my blanket, wallowing in my own self pity, when someone lifts the edge of it and climbs in with me. "How are you feeling?" Miles asks.

He lifts his arm up so that I can slot myself beside him. I lay my head on his chest. "I don't know," I whisper. He pulls me in closer, as if the closer I am to him, the further I can be from the hurt. I sigh. "I'm trying not to lose it because I trust him. I do," I say adamantly because I really do. I never trusted another person more. "I wouldn't be in a relationship. I wouldn't have gotten back together with him if I didn't trust him. He wouldn't do that to me. He wouldn't. He just wouldn't." Now, I'm not as adamant.

"No, he wouldn't," he agrees. He is actually very adamant.

His stern voice makes me turn my head to look up at him. My eyes almost well up in tears. "Do you really believe that?" I pout.

He's silent for a moment, and I'm scared to think that he's unsure. That he only said that to reassure me, but I quickly erase that thought from my mind. Miles would never lie to me. He's been honest with me since the start. "He loves you. That's a fact." He's silent again like he's mulling his words and choosing them carefully. "And I know you guys loved each other so deeply last time too, and it didn't work out. I know your insecurities are coming back," he sighs, kissing me on the forehead, "and it happens, but you're his person. He's said that to you so many times. Hell, he even says that to anyone he meets. Every moment since you guys got back together, he has shown you he's loved you through his actions. I don't doubt his love for you for a second."

I let out a breath, almost relieved, but there are still some insecurities there. "I don't even know who she is, Miles," I whisper because the betrayal still stings. "That's what worries me. He told me about Justine. He told me about Dani. He told me about all of his other flings, but I have never once heard about Rose. What is that supposed to mean?"