Evelyn
"Because I could have done far worse to you than I did. I was capable of exploiting you for even darker motives, and you know it. So, who's to blame here? It wasn't me who pursued you first, Evelyn. You were the one who threw yourself at me. If you consider that, it wouldn't seem like I used you," his voice remained unwavering, void of hesitation.
God, his words...I bet, he didn't even know how easily they were shattering me, or had even an idea of the damage they inflicted. Even if he did, I was certain he didn't care. Still, I couldn't stop myself. I needed a valid explanation; maybe that wasn't even the main reason...maybe I simply required something to help me move on from him.
He made it easier by continuing to speak.
"You and I both wanted this; that's why we got close in the first place. I can't stay with someone I don't love. My heart belongs to Chloe, and no matter what we've been through, no matter what she's done, it doesn't change how I feel. I still want her in my life." His tone turned harsh as he forcefully freed my hands from his shirt, his grip unrelenting.
As he began to walk away, I shoved his chest, pinning him against the wall once more, this time with more force, "You fucking bastard! If you truly believed our connection was so cheap, just a meaningless mistake, why did you ever tell me you loved me? Why did you lie to me?
I should have just walked out, shouldn't I? But I didn't. I remained rooted to my spot. Maybe...
Maybe because I needed him to push me beyond my limits, to break me in a way that even the shattered pieces would hide from his sight. Otherwise, my foolish heart would forever chase after him, yearning for one more glance at his face, craving the look in his eyes that had once been the sole source of peace for my soul.
"I don't understand what you want to hear, Evelyn. I've already given you the answers you need. Why bring all of this up again?"
"Why?" I chuckled bitterly, "I can't believe you are the one asking me that. Don't you already know?!—Because I don't know how to forget you! I don't know what to do; I can't even breathe without you around. That's how deeply you've fucked with my mind and soul! How am I supposed to erase the memories of those nights we spent, Jacob?" I cried. Did he truly feel nothing for me? "How can I forget those times when you told me you loved me and made it sound so real? How can I erase all those memories you made special? If I meant nothing to you, why did you let me believe otherwise? Why?!"
"Maybe because I cared only about my pleasure, Evelyn. It's as simple as that," he admitted. "If I had told you I didn't love you when you told me that you loved me, would you still have continued to sleep with me? Tell me, would you?"
Damn. He was almost there, so close to shattering my heart along with the very last few hopes I had left.
"So, it was just sex for you the whole time? Nothing more?"
Fuck! I didn't want to break down into tears.
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