She Approved the Split He Fell Apart

137 Dream time is up

Sebastian’s POV

As I watch her trying to engage me in a conversation, to keep me distracted with phony gratitude, I can taste only bitterness in my mouth no matter how much nerve–number I pour down.

I know why she could lie to me now– I’m no longer special to her.

I am to her now as is everyone else, a person she can use and not feel bad about it. Honesty is to her a ” solid base for marriage“. I ruined that marriage, and she is allowed to not give a damn to its base.

She was right. She built a home for me, for us. A real home, not just a house to live in, a harbor where I could relax from my day and recharge, where I was cared for to the extreme without paying anything.

I broke that heaven into pieces without realizing what I had.

I watch her — I meant I “not notice” her steal my phone and give it to a guy I don’t even know like the most awkward thief in the world that she is, tasting the bitter pain in my chest as if a thousand needles are piercing me.

She has made her bed, then she has to lie in it, right?

She got me drunk, and she stuck herself in a conversation with me that she clearly hated, to have my phone, then she had to tolerate me. That’s how it works.

sorry I hurt you because I couldn’t face my own doing…” I loathe the coward that I am, only

me, one

she prepared a gift for a month, just to ask one simple question. Now on the other end of an ask, I can’t even imagine where she found the courage and patience to

brings up a drink for her

wants to refuse, and the sourness in my chest makes

one who wanted a

move stings my eyes. She hates being close to me, and like a mean kid throwing a tantrum, I pull her seat into me, grabbing the back of her chair

returned my phone, and she remains

hand on my shoulder an attempt to keep the last distance between us. We used to have

I didn’t want to have sex with Scar. I hated

time is

+25 BONUS

with Scar,

her tender touch, her soft body submitting to me, her passionate panting, and most of all,

gazes at

love. With her, it was “making love“, not just,