Wanting to tear his gaze away from his ex, Aiden found that he couldn’t that his eyes trailed after him as he spoke with a beautiful woman, leaning close to her ear to whisper something and handing her his glass. A sharp pain cut through him as he forced himself to look away, of course. Caleb was always popular, he made it clear that he didn’t want Aiden and he found someone better, the demons in his ears whispered and laughed at his pain as his fingers tighten against his thigh.
She was...beautiful, perfect, whole...
He hated this, hated having to play along, to see his fucking ex living his life while he was condemned to a wheelchair and a dark future? He wanted to snap at Cassius, to tear into him for making him come.
Before he could do such thing, Caleb’s voice snapped his gaze up at him, Cassius laughed and smiled, “Traffic, it was horrible on the way over. Hopefully not too late?”
When the voice was directed at himself he tsk’d, “Yeah I guess...So you’re a big shot now huh? guess you got your dream.” He was bitter but it wasn’t Caleb’s fault, no but he just wanted to be alone. To have Cassius and now Caleb to leave to forget about him as he wasted away. He wasn’t worth it and he wanted to scream.
“I didn’t...but your brother forced me with a very compelling case, almost miss the pushover brat...” He knew it was sharp, he knew that his words would dig into Cass and he looked away. When Cass first visited him he told him everything he held in, trying to cut his best friend to pieces with his words so he’ll leave him alone but Cass only wrapped his arms around him and didn’t let go.
Now wasn’t any different, Cass only smiled and brushed the words aside as he excused himself to get a drink and essentially leaving them alone. Aiden couldn’t roll himself away with on hand and his jaw only clenched down harder as the phantom pain in his arm acted up, he wanted to go home. He didn’t belong here in this expo where they gave you a second chance at life, Aiden didn’t deserve it, it would be a waste on him.
“You can stop pretending...go on say it, ‘Told you so’ right?”
He looked back up at Caleb, his once bright blue eyes now dull and full of pain and heartbreak, “You were right, ended up in a wheelchair...too bad I didn’t die.” one of these days, he thought to himself as his right hand reached up to grip his throbbing left shoulder, trying to ease the pain.
“...” He was being too cruel, he wanted to apologize but he couldn’t he didn’t know what he wanted by snapping at the other, he didn’t know what he wanted to accomplish and he swallowed before looking away. “Y-you should go, I can see you’re a busy man...and-”
And what? that woman was looking at him with a look, what right did he have to ask who she was.
And what? don’t look at him, don’t look at how broken he is, don’t try to help him, don’t try to mend what he doesn’t want to fix.
And what? that all these years he still loved him? that all the time he was held captive all he dreamt about was Caleb, praying to a god he long lost faith in how much he wanted to tell Caleb he was sorry?
“...Thanks for the invitation...”
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