Break | Seven
“ -- and I’m telling you that it’s not like that,” At this point in a heated argument between the significant other, Nero couldn’t tell if his pleas changed into exhaustion. He had finished his shift about half an hour ago when the bickering had blossomed away from the coworkers and customers of his job, but to still be in the area was stressful enough. Words full of disdain continued to fill the air and he was beginning to wonder just how much more he could take. All the ‘you never spend enough time with me’ and the ‘I barely see you anymore’ definitely triggered a pang of guilt.
Guilt. An emotion that was so familiar that Nero might as well call it his best friend due to the fact that his own girlfriend would make him feel this way, over and over again. Not anymore. Not today. “You’re the one who’s not understanding here,” Blue eyes that were cast downward and the voice that was filled with struggling patience were no more.
“You out of everyone should know what the hell I’ve been through and what I’m going through now.”
A voice of frustration sounded from Nero and he should’ve felt the guilt or regret when he saw the look on her face-- but he didn’t. This was clearly his breaking point. The student’s mouth was slightly left open, ready for more words to fire back at Kyrie. That was supposed to be the case anyways, until she had turned to walk away with tears brimming at her eyes.
Cerulean eyes followed after her until someone else had caught his sight. “Oh,” Great. he breathed at the sight of his childhood friend who had obviously been standing there and listening for awhile. He had forgotten that it was Seven’s turn to pick him up from work. I give up.
“You weren’t supposed to see that, y’know?”










