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jules has always had the terrible habit of being late to everything.
he would always get fined or even benched for running late to team talks. his friends started lying to him about the time theyâre meeting up about seven years ago. and he had spent an incredible number of hours in detention for this when he was still in school.
but there was a time when he was never late whenever it came to you. he would skip class just to be on time when you got out of school, even when the only words you spat at him were insults. they sounded so beautiful out of your mouth, and the mere fact you acknowledged his existence was enough to satisfy him.
jules absolutely loved the chase. riling you up, watching the embarrassment creep up on you whenever heâd showed up with flowers you had the courtesy to take home. but the one thing he loved more than the chase was being loved by you.
if heaven was real, surely feel like your love. he looked forward to every moment with you. he was the perfect boyfriend anyone could dream of. everyone either wanted to be you, to be him, or was confused about who they wanted to be.
after a few months, he started being late to the dates you arranged to fit his schedule. when you moved together after a couple years, heâd come home later because he was catching up with his mates, dismissing the effort youâd put into the food and the candle that lit up the living room. but you would always find him excuses, compromised with him and that was easily forgotten.
there was no doubt in julesâ mind and heart that you were the woman of his dreams and that he would eventually grow old with you. heâd always make you feel understood and heard whenever you voiced your worries to him, asking him to be a little more present for you. it always got better, but only for a few weeks before he started missing dinners with your family. leaving it up to you to find new excuses to your nieces as to why he wasnât here.
your last straw was the day of your graduation. he had promised on every precious thing he had he would be there on time, especially knowing your family wouldnât be able to attend. jules was the only one that could be here for you that day. hell, he was the only one you needed that day. but he couldnât even make that effort.
you were already seating in front of your university with big mascara stained tears when the car you knew too well pulled up. when your eyes met his, you only found the strength to tell him to get you home. he probably talked to you for the whole ride, with new excuses but your brain tuned it off, your decision was already made.
of course, it hurt that you broke up with him. but he was even more hurt by your helplessness, to see that it deeply pained you even if you were the one calling it quits. you told him to never contact you, it would be too hard not to give in. and so he did.
after the breakup, he didnât even try to find the time to cry, or grieve the end of his first real love. instead, he drowned himself in work. and soon enough those efforts paid off. he was getting calls from multiple clubs, from his national team coach and the engine had started.
itâs not like he had forgotten about you, whenever he was celebrating his achievements with his friends, heâd always think about how he would have loved to celebrate with you. you had always been always happier than him about his successes and that made him thrive to get better.
he had allowed himself to love again. got himself a new girlfriend; loving and caring like you, but not like you. they broke up, and he was okay, even relieved in a way. thankfully, the scar you had left was slowly healing.
but he was so, so wrong about that. it only took one eye contact at a mutual friend engagement party to set him 4 years back. he remembered your tears, but mostly your laugh and that was enough to give him the confidence to walk up to you.
you look stunning, your sparkly dress looked like it was made for you, and he couldnât help but take a little pride into thinking heâs the one who helped you navigate and find your real style. your smile was radiant and you made everybody around you laugh, like you always did.
âoh jules! itâs so nice seeing you, i didnât think you would be there.â the tone you used had no hidden venom, only genuine surprise and happiness. others that had been glued to you since you stepped in walked away, well aware of you twoâs history.
âyeah itâs been a while. youâre doing well, yeah ?â your radiant a mile made his own appear as questions were asked and answered back and forth naturally. and it didnât feel like 4 years passed since he last spoke to you, he still felt like he knew you from the inside out, and he really did.
the feeling was mutual, you never felt such ease speaking to nobody but jules. he was looking gorgeous and well spoken as heâd always been. his eyes looked deep into yours whenever you were speaking, sometimes feeling a little bit more adventurous and trailing to your lips.
after what seemed like half an hour to the both you but was really two hours, jules felt the express the heavy feeling on his heart as his fingers traced your hand and played with your rings.
âyou know⌠i donât like how things ended between us. i know i have my wrongs, but iâm a better man now, thanks to you. i was thinking maybe we could you know grab coffee. i really wanna get to know the new you, like what you became since â well you knowâŚâ
âoh, i meanâŚâ seeing the puzzled look on your face, he immediately cut you off.
âdonât get me wrong, yeah? it doesnât have to be a date, or too anything too formal. just for the sake of old time and see where this takes us, you know.â
âjulesâŚâ his eyes finally dared to met yours. you had never seen him this nervous about anything before.
you took a deep breath before saying what needed to be said.
âiâm sorry⌠but iâm getting married in a month.â you really were sorry. sorry for him obviously. but mostly to yourself, because youâd always envision yourself walking down the aisle to him, not anyone else.
he stayed silent for a little while, taking a few seconds to admire the moles on your face that he had the habit to count when he was close enough to you.
âhe makes you happy?â
âveryâŚâ
selfishly, he hoped you had said otherwise, but he also believed he probably deserved to feel that sharp pain in his heart. he had no one to blame but himself really, if he had the guts to contact you, to tell you how he felt before youâd met whoever the lucky guy was, maybe things would have been different.
but he was always too late, and that would never change.
jules has always had the terrible habit of being late to everything.
he would always get fined or even benched for running late to team talks. his friends started lying to him about the time theyâre meeting up about seven years ago. and he had spent an incredible number of hours in detention for this when he was still in school.
but there was a time when he was never late whenever it came to you. he would skip class just to be on time when you got out of school, even when the only words you spat at him were insults. they sounded so beautiful out of your mouth, and the mere fact you acknowledged his existence was enough to satisfy him.
jules absolutely loved the chase. riling you up, watching the embarrassment creep up on you whenever heâd showed up with flowers you had the courtesy to take home. but the one thing he loved more than the chase was being loved by you.
if heaven was real, surely feel like your love. he looked forward to every moment with you. he was the perfect boyfriend anyone could dream of. everyone either wanted to be you, to be him, or was confused about who they wanted to be.
after a few months, he started being late to the dates you arranged to fit his schedule. when you moved together after a couple years, heâd come home later because he was catching up with his mates, dismissing the effort youâd put into the food and the candle that lit up the living room. but you would always find him excuses, compromised with him and that was easily forgotten.
there was no doubt in julesâ mind and heart that you were the woman of his dreams and that he would eventually grow old with you. heâd always make you feel understood and heard whenever you voiced your worries to him, asking him to be a little more present for you. it always got better, but only for a few weeks before he started missing dinners with your family. leaving it up to you to find new excuses to your nieces as to why he wasnât here.
your last straw was the day of your graduation. he had promised on every precious thing he had he would be there on time, especially knowing your family wouldnât be able to attend. jules was the only one that could be here for you that day. hell, he was the only one you needed that day. but he couldnât even make that effort.
you were already seating in front of your university with big mascara stained tears when the car you knew too well pulled up. when your eyes met his, you only found the strength to tell him to get you home. he probably talked to you for the whole ride, with new excuses but your brain tuned it off, your decision was already made.
of course, it hurt that you broke up with him. but he was even more hurt by your helplessness, to see that it deeply pained you even if you were the one calling it quits. you told him to never contact you, it would be too hard not to give in. and so he did.
after the breakup, he didnât even try to find the time to cry, or grieve the end of his first real love. instead, he drowned himself in work. and soon enough those efforts paid off. he was getting calls from multiple clubs, from his national team coach and the engine had started.
itâs not like he had forgotten about you, whenever he was celebrating his achievements with his friends, heâd always think about how he would have loved to celebrate with you. you had always been always happier than him about his successes and that made him thrive to get better.
he had allowed himself to love again. got himself a new girlfriend; loving and caring like you, but not like you. they broke up, and he was okay, even relieved in a way. thankfully, the scar you had left was slowly healing.
but he was so, so wrong about that. it only took one eye contact at a mutual friend engagement party to set him 4 years back. he remembered your tears, but mostly your laugh and that was enough to give him the confidence to walk up to you.
you look stunning, your sparkly dress looked like it was made for you, and he couldnât help but take a little pride into thinking heâs the one who helped you navigate and find your real style. your smile was radiant and you made everybody around you laugh, like you always did.
âoh jules! itâs so nice seeing you, i didnât think you would be there.â the tone you used had no hidden venom, only genuine surprise and happiness. others that had been glued to you since you stepped in walked away, well aware of you twoâs history.
âyeah itâs been a while. youâre doing well, yeah ?â your radiant a mile made his own appear as questions were asked and answered back and forth naturally. and it didnât feel like 4 years passed since he last spoke to you, he still felt like he knew you from the inside out, and he really did.
the feeling was mutual, you never felt such ease speaking to nobody but jules. he was looking gorgeous and well spoken as heâd always been. his eyes looked deep into yours whenever you were speaking, sometimes feeling a little bit more adventurous and trailing to your lips.
after what seemed like half an hour to the both you but was really two hours, jules felt the express the heavy feeling on his heart as his fingers traced your hand and played with your rings.
âyou know⌠i donât like how things ended between us. i know i have my wrongs, but iâm a better man now, thanks to you. i was thinking maybe we could you know grab coffee. i really wanna get to know the new you, like what you became since â well you knowâŚâ
âoh, i meanâŚâ seeing the puzzled look on your face, he immediately cut you off.
âdonât get me wrong, yeah? it doesnât have to be a date, or too anything too formal. just for the sake of old time and see where this takes us, you know.â
âjulesâŚâ his eyes finally dared to met yours. you had never seen him this nervous about anything before.
you took a deep breath before saying what needed to be said.
âiâm sorry⌠but iâm getting married in a month.â you really were sorry. sorry for him obviously. but mostly to yourself, because youâd always envision yourself walking down the aisle to him, not anyone else.
he stayed silent for a little while, taking a few seconds to admire the moles on your face that he had the habit to count when he was close enough to you.
âhe makes you happy?â
âveryâŚâ
selfishly, he hoped you had said otherwise, but he also believed he probably deserved to feel that sharp pain in his heart. he had no one to blame but himself really, if he had the guts to contact you, to tell you how he felt before youâd met whoever the lucky guy was, maybe things would have been different.
but he was always too late, and that would never change.
