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𝐂𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐘: 𝐒𝐎𝐎𝐒_𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐄 🩷
Summary: You and Fp have been seeing each other for a while now. However, he's still with Gladys, you have to ask if he still loves her.
Warnings: conflicted feelings for a past lover
Word Count: 616
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THE SILENCE in the trailer was thick, almost suffocating. FP sat across from you at the small kitchen table, his beer untouched, fingers drumming nervously on the table's surface. You could feel the tension crackling in the air like static electricity.
You'd been seeing each other for months, stolen moments and whispered promises in the shadows. But the truth loomed over both of you like a storm cloud: Gladys was still in the picture. No matter how many times FP insisted it was over in all but name, the reality was that he hadn't left her. And it was tearing you apart.
"FP..." Your voice broke the quiet, soft but steady. His eyes snapped up to meet yours, and you could see the guilt etched in every line of his face.
"You know I care about you," he said quickly, like he already knew what you were going to say.
You shook your head, swallowing back the lump in your throat. "It's not enough. I need to know, FP. Do you still love her?"
His lips parted, but no words came out at first. He ran a hand through his hair, leaning back in his chair like the question physically knocked the wind out of him.
"It's not that simple," he said finally, his voice low and rough.
"Yes, it is." You leaned forward, forcing him to meet your gaze. "You're either with me, or you're with her. You can't keep pretending this... this limbo we're in is okay. It's not fair to me, and it's not fair to her."
FP sighed deeply, his shoulders sagging under the weight of his own indecision. "Gladys and I... we've been through so much. She's the mother of my kids. There's history there, baggage—"
"I'm not asking about your history, FP. I'm asking about your heart. Do you still love her?"
The silence that followed was deafening. For a moment, you thought he wouldn't answer at all. But then he leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table, his voice barely above a whisper.
"No," he admitted, his eyes shining with a mixture of sorrow and truth. "Not in the way I'm supposed to."
Relief flooded your chest, but it was short-lived. "Then why are you still with her?"
FP closed his eyes, shaking his head. "Because letting go of her feels like letting go of everything I used to be. Of who I was when I had a family, a home. I don't know how to move on without feeling like I'm abandoning all of it."
You reached out, your hand covering his. "FP, you're not abandoning your family. You're not abandoning Jughead. But you have to make a choice. You can't have both of us."
He looked at you, his gaze heavy with the weight of his decision. "I know," he said, his voice breaking. "And I don't want to lose you, but I need time to figure out how to do this the right way."
You nodded, even though it hurt. "I'll give you time. But I won't wait forever, FP."
As you stood to leave, his hand shot out, grabbing yours. "I don't deserve you," he murmured, his voice raw.
You offered him a small, sad smile. "Then prove to me that you do."
And with that, you walked out of the trailer, leaving him alone with his thoughts and the realization that he couldn't keep living in the past if he wanted a future with you.
