Acceptance

Breakfast conversation.

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***A short story on Acceptance ***
*** Blame my imagination for any weird conversations ***😀

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  The tall blonde man took his seat opposite his breakfast partner with a broad smile plastered on his face. The dinning table was laden with pancakes,  maple syrup and one mug of tea and coffee just as the older man liked it.
However,  his smile slowly shifted into a worried frown when he noticed the dark haired man wasn't eating.
"what's wrong?. Don't you like the food"?.
The other man inhaled deeply, raised his head and held his gaze.
"we need to talk". His voice was unusually calm.
The blonde head swallowed a heavy lump. One thing he knew what's that no conversation that begins with "we need to talk " ever ends well.
He forced a smile and leaned back into the chair. "I'm listening ".
He shifted uneasily on his seat, trying mentally to arranged his words in a less hurtful manner but he gave up.
"I'm getting married in a couple of weeks".
To say that the younger man was  stunned would be an understatement.  "what do you mean you are getting married?. Is this some kind of joke or something? ",
The older man avoided his gaze and fixed it on the cold pancakes lying on his plate,  untouched and less appetising.
He heard the chair scraped against the tiled floor. Without looking,  he knew his breakfast partner has stood up.
"Ryan,  please, tell me you are joking" his voice sounded desperate.
The man in question raised his gaze and stood up,  breakfast long forgotten. "
"I'm not joking, Quinn. I told you about this. I made you understand this thing we have between us wouldn't last". His voice was surprisingly steady despite the twisted feeling in the pit of his stomach.
Quinn couldn't believe his ears. He knew the older man was right. But,  was it wrong to hope things could be better for them, to think they could finally have their happy ending?. At least he was willing to fight but Ryan,  he gave up before he could even start.
"so,  you are just going to pretend that what we have never existed?" he sounded baffled.
"There is no need to pretend. It never did. It was you scratching my itch and me scratching yours.  You should think that way too".
Quinn looked angry, hurt,  manipulated and frustrated.   
He walked into the older man's personal space. They could feel their breath on each other faces.
" Oh,  is that so?, he mocked.  "Then, how do you think Audrey would react when I tell her everything?. Do you think she will want to marry you when I tell her how you moan and whimper when I enter you or how you pant and beg for me to go harder, like a bitch in heat? ", his voice was taunting . He was too lost in anger and hurt to see the fist flying into his face.
"Get the fuck out of my house! ", Ryan  yelled,  his body visibly shaking.
Quinn felt the pain from the side of his lips.  He could tell without touching it that it was injured.  He inhaled deeply, pushed down the brewing guilt and left.