dylan had been expecting him, but ivan flipping the script on him wasn’t one of them. he was blaming him for it all, telling him that not even this last effort would have made a difference. his fist curled tighter, nails digging into his palm the more his best friend retaliated at him. he didn’t care about anyone looking at them, even if eva was one of them. right now this was about betrayal, about his best friend once again choosing sophia’s side over him. “oh i’m a piece of shit? really, you’re gonna come out and have the nerve to say that?” he tilted his head to the side, completely ignoring the presence of everyone else in the ballroom. “who was always there for you? through everything. who let you sneak in late at night to stay in my house so that your dad would stop attacking you. who the fuck supported you when no one else would, when your own fucking girlfriend wouldn’t even give you the time of day. hm? but i’m the piece of shit. i’m nothing.” he had practically been sobbing without even realizing it until he felt the wet tears on his face, and the rising heat to his cheeks. “your dad was right about you. all you do is fail everyone eventually even your own goddamn brother.” he shook his head, turning on his heel and making his way toward the exit, fist still tight in his hand, ready to attack whoever dared to come in his way.Â
he was hurt. fine. maybe he should let it slide, but no, he couldn’t. not when bringing up his father, the piece of shit who put him through the worst childhood imaginable. it was a low blow, so low it caused tears ready to spring from his eyes. his best friend, the one person whom he considered family was throwing his hardships and struggles, nightmares even right at his face, always being perfect to hurt someone with words. “you’re so lucky i won’t pound your face in right now dylan..” he spat at him, once clenching his jaw, he couldn’t believe what was going on. “and you’re just a selfish asshole who thinks the world owes him shit, but guess what dylan? nobody owes you anything, figure it out by now.” he yelled at him, ignoring the glares and the murmurs from the people surrounding them as dylan walked away. standing there silently, he clenched his fists in rage, breathing heavily as his eyes roamed around finally finding soph’s, only to walk away to find the nearest exit.Â
laughs and cheers suddenly turned into whispers and gentle gasps as shouting and hurtful words were thrown around in the venue, the attention going from the married couple to ivan and dylan. eva’s heart was now pounding within her chest as she listened to the exchange between the two, now acknowledging that dylan was actually there... but why hadn’t he come sooner? confused, she handed her beige floral bouquet to one of the brides maids as she quietly walked away from kyle. “ take some pictures with your groomsmen and family..” she suggested, the crowd of photographers continuing without her, left in confusion. slightly picking up her dress from the ground, she excused herself and made her way over to the commotion, seeing dylan already walking away and ivan heading in the other direction. looking up, she blocked his path, no words exchanged within the first few seconds of sight, attempting to find the words. “what are you doing?” she asked, left in utter confusion.Â