Carlos POV:
I didn't know what to say back to him, I didn't really think about coming back here completely. I should have come up with another way to get some of my things out of here without having to see TK in the process. I thought I was out of the clear when I came in and didn't see his car, I was just getting a few of my shirts out of the dryer when I came down the stairs seeing his back in the bedroom door frame.
"Wait!" I called out before I could really stop myself, I know that at some point we should talk, but I don't know whether what I have to say to him is nice...I don't want to hurt him even though he hurt me to the core I know that he has a lot going on so I'm not going add to the shit load on his plate.
"I miss you Carlos."
I put my head down as I continued to walk down the rest of the stairs, I don't know if I have the energy to talk about "us" right now. I really don't believe there is an us anymore..he kind of messed that up when he cheated on me while I was at work.
I can't believe this is what Emily wanted me to come back to earth for just to be disappointed!
" I miss you more than I've missed anyone and anything in my entire life. Can you please let me explain?" I can hear the desperation and the pleading in his voice and my heart softens a little, it's either he's a good actor or he's going to tell me something that will make me look at the citation differently.
Am I willing to listen without judgment though? I don't want to doubt him, but right now I don't think I can listen to him without doing just that. I just need a few more days to get my life back together..I respond having a solution.
"Can we talk in a few days?"
"How long is a few days in your book Carlos?"
I looked up at him now getting irritated that he's questioning me but he's the one that was acting like an asshole before he cheated on me! All in the same day!
"You fucked him TK! There's no getting around it, even if by some miracle I start to trust you again. I just need a few days to gather everything in my life and put it back into place. Majority of it has gone to shit, so can I please just have a couple of days to myself for once? Is that too much to ask of you?" I said to him feeling bad that I threw what he did in his face, I could literally see him close in on himself as I kept talking and by the time I was done he was nodding and closing the bedroom door.
Shit , I shouldn't have said any of that. My life going to shit is not all his fault, even though he does have something to do with it. He doesn't deserve to carry around that baggage, he has enough by himself. I sigh, putting my hand over my eyes not knowing what else to do other than go and apologize for snapping on him.
I walked into the bedroom seeing him sitting on the bed but he was on the phone, I was backing up not wanting to intrude on his call when he stared at me as he spoke.
"Yeah, I fucked it up bad. He doesn't love me anymore. No, you go ahead and go back home. I'll just stay here tonight and then uber over in the morning, I still have clothes over here to wear anyways." I tilted my head at him as he bit his lip, his eyes filling with tears slowly as he looked away from me. I closed the door letting him have the privacy that he needed at the moment. I was going to let him get himself together before I went back in to talk to him and apologize.
I sat on the couch resting my head for a few minutes while he spoke on the phone. I could hear some noise from the other end of the phone and I guess it was Owen talking to him, or Paul. Speaking of Paul, I have to talk to him too. But before I could text him, I heard the bathroom door close, I walked back into the room sitting on the bed. I see his phone on the bed, and I mind my business not looking at it even though my fingerprint is still in it so I could see who he was talking to if I really wanted too.
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Fanfiction(Tarlos fanfic , remade storytelling) Tk strand has been through a lot. Within his 20+ years of living he has gone through heartbreak , rejection , an overdose, and now he is forced to leave his home in New York. He picks up his life ( which is a...