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he almost laughs, almost. instead his head drops for just a second, eyes fixed on the floor between them as a quiet exhale escapes his lips. funny after everything that's happened, after all the nights he spent rehearing this conversation, this is how it finally goes. "don't." asa shakes his head before finally looking up, hands disappearing into his jacket pockets, shoulders lifting in the smallest shrug. "i don't need your apology."
defeat is written all over delicate features as honeyed hues remain on him. she's envisoned a thousand different endings to this story, a thousand ways she might finally be able to fix things between them, but none of them looked like this. "i know, i know you don't," whispers, pearly whites sinking into her bottom petal as she tries to find the right words. but she can find none. so instead, she shakes her head, a quiet exhale slipping past her lips as the bitter reality settles over her. "that video, it really isn't what it looks like."
the sound that ripped through his throat at the word friends was entirely involuntary. she may as well have been speaking another language for all the sense it made to him. he couldn’t reconcile it, not with everything they’d been to each other. “ sounds awful. ” his gaze drops to her hands as they lace around his wrists, allowing his own to be tugged away from his pockets. he flipped them over, once they were free, and found himself fidgeting with her fingers as if they were still an extension of him. as if he had any right to touch her in such a tender way. it wasn’t that of friends, he’d admit, but it was a comfort that he wasn’t willing to give up just yet. “ i’m not going anywhere. ” he adds after a couple beats. “ whatever you need me to be, i’ll try to be it. ” gaze finally lifts to meet her eyes. “ —but i can’t lie to you and say i feel the same way, because i don’t. i don’t want to be your friend. i don’t want things to be different. and i know what you’re going to say. i know how selfish i sound. but you asked for the truth, so here it is — we’re not friends, kyria. i know what you taste like. i know how you look when you’re about to come. in no world can the two of us sit around and talk about your life because it revolves around someone else now. someone who isn’t me and i fucking hate him for it. i’ll only cast a shadow over all of this, and you don't deserve that. right now, you need support. you need people celebrating beside you. and i need a drink. ”
she's always been the kind of person that held on to the little things, that saw signs everywhere. like how she had fallen in love with a boy with the same name as her favorite city. it couldn't be just a coincidence that the blue of his eyes resembled the sky over the seine on a clear spring afternoon, or that every time they tried to put distance between them, the universe seemed to spin them right back into each other's orbit. her breath hitches, and honeyed hues glance down at their palms. long digits trace over hers, so instinctively, so naturally, completely betrays everything else. "paris," breathes out softly, slender legs taking a few steps closer until she can rest her forehead against his chest. his familiar scent invades her senses and for a second, just for a second, she lets her eyes flutter shut, focusing on the familiar rhythm of his heartbeat beneath her cheek. it fees like home and ruin all at once, this bittersweet melody she'd know anywhere. "i wanted it to be you." manicured fingers tighten around his, lacing through his long digits so firmly that there's no room left for him to pull away, even if he tried. "i prayed for it to be you." even if she had never believed in god, she had prayed to whatever universe was listening every single night they were apart. "but that was never going to be us, was it?"
“ do you think all of this sneaking around hasn’t come at a price for me ? ” her brows knit above the bridge of her nose, gaze thinning when he finally meets her eyes. “ i’m ranked third in my division right now. third. the last time that happened, i was six. i’ve missed practices. the ones i do show up to, i’m completely out of it. i’m forgetting choreography. i can’t land my jumps to save my fucking life. my partner is so fed up, he won’t even talk to me. i’ve already mourned my shot at the olympics and you want to stand here and tell me it was all for nothing ? that you don’t care. that i haven’t done enough. ” she’d break down and cry if she hadn’t already used all her tears on that stupid video. it seemed like everything in her life was falling apart and sure, a lot of it was her own fault, but not all of it. she didn’t do this on her own. her chest caves with a shaky exhale, the last of her composure crumpling in front of him. “ i’m in love with you. isn’t that enough ? ”
the moment the words start slipping through plump petas, he instantly regrets his own. guilt slowly, but surely beginning to pool in the pit of his stomach. strong jaw slackens just a fraction, and the venomous rebuttal dies on his tongue before it can take form. "why —" the air leaves his lungs in a ragged exhale, and he finds himself taking a slow, hesitant step toward her smaller frame, though at this point, he isn't sure he still has the right to. "why haven't you said anything?" can't help but question, his voice barely a whisper now. all the sharp edges completely stripped away. large palm drags over his jaw, steely hues searching her pale face, taking in the faint dark circles under her eyes, the exhaustion he'd been too blinded by his own anger to notice until right now. the image of that video still burns in his mind, but his expression still softens. "if you feel the way i feel, why are you still with him?"
she knew she should hav ebeen taking this more seriously — that she should have been more mindful of his feelings, especially when the choices she was making were pulling them apart. but this whole thing was being blown so far out of porportion, she struggled to sympathize. “ that is so not fair. ” she makes an attempt to meet his eyes, but he’s doing his best to avoid hers. “ and you know its not or else you’d look at me when you fucking say it. ” taking another step, she finally enters the apartment and lets the door close behind her. god forbid anyone from his team overhear. “ i’m sorry, okay ?? i know it wasn’t nice to see. and if roles were reversed, i’d probably be freaking out too. but aiden … come on. i have bent over backwards to make this work. i’ve made plenty of sacrifices. but because it’s not the one you want me to make, none of it matters, does it ? ”
this was a waste of time and he knew it, but hearing those words escape her made another laugh burst from his chest. "sacrificies, mylah? — please, do tell me what sacrifices you've made." the male sneered, steely hues finally snapping straight to hers. there were times he felt like he could drown in the blue of her eyes and others where he felt like he was suffocating in them, but right now? right now, he just felt sick. "i let you into my life, into my space, while you kept one foot out the door and your boyfriend tucked safely in your back pocket." it's his own fault and he knows it. knows he had no business to fall for his teammate's girlfriend, let alone lower his guard enough to let her rewrite every boundary he'd ever built. the bitter taste of his own foolishness was turning itno this suffocating rage that made every breath burn down his throat. "so don't talk to me about what's fair."
the rp pipeline is so beautiful. strangers to mutuals. mutuals to writing partners. writing partners to sending each other twelve messages about how their muses would grocery shop together.
she holds his gaze, waiting for the familiar softening in his eyes, but it doesn’t come this time. “ aiden. i did not cheat on you with my boyfriend. ” she already knows he’s seen the video making its way around the rink. why else would he be trying to end things so suddenly ? before he can shut the door, she steps forward, planting herself in the threshold. “ i don’t know who leaked it, but ford is the only person i sent it to, and it was well over a year ago when i did. ”
can't help but roll his eyes at her words, a soft scoff tearing from his throat. of course he's seen it, probably more times than he'd like, and now it was imprinted on his brain, like a stain he couldn't scrub clean. " i don't care." though his reaction had said otherwise, and the fact that he couldn't even look her in the eyes anymore was proof enough of how deeply it had cut. " i don't care what you do with your boyfriend, i don't care who sent it, you do whatever the fuck you want. isn't that what you have always done anyway?" and fuck him and his feelings, as long as she got her fill.
“ —and i was more than willing to respect the very dramatic decision to cut off all face to face communication until you pulled your head out of your ass, but this is just getting ridiculous. ” she crosses her arms over her chest, hip jutting out as all her weight shifts to one leg. “ you could’ve just answered one of my many calls. ”
"dramatic?" an humorless chuckle rumbles in his throat, large palm dropping from the edge of the doorframe before he pushes himself away from the door, taking a step back into his apartment. "i don't want to talk to you, i don't have anything else to say, thought that was obvious." strong arms cross over his chest, steely hues narrowing as he holds her gaze. "what.are.you.doing.here?"
〝 i didn't tell you because it wasn't important. what was i supposed to say, oh by the way my ex boyfriend is my co worker? bringing it up randomly would seem weird and suspicious. 〞
"not bringing it up seems suspicious," he's quick to point out, annoyance clear on his features. he's trying, trying to let it go but right now the thought alone seems impossible. "i just .. i thought we told each other everything, i really don't get why you kept it from me."
〝 you, uh, you got back with him? no, i'm happy for you, really –– you guys got to talk things through and now you're better than ever, i guess. 〞
"it just felt like the right thing to do," but even as the words escape plump petals, she knows how empty they sound in the space between them. "he cares about me in a way that no one else really does, i guess."
OFF CAMPUS 1.06 "The Breakaway"
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to say that it feels weird to be back would be an understatement, the kind that leaves a bitter, metallic taste on the back of your tongue. every single corner of this town feels like a landmine, nothing but a reminder of the life she had left behind. walking through the front door of the local diner, the bell above chimes with the exact same tinny ring it always had, but everything else inside her freezes. warm hues settle on the familiar figure. broderick. her broderick. except he isn't hers anymore. still, long legs take a tentative step forward, manicured fingers trembling around the strap of her bag as she forces herself to approach the booth. "brody, hi."
