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âyeah and you had every chance to be fucking honest for over a year and now? NOW you choose to tell the truth? god dammit, james,â she cursed, wanting him to feel the pain that she couldnât escape from⌠the pain that he had caused. âyouâre doing it again, youâre blaming it all on me? youâre getting pissed that i left after i found out what you did to me? that wasnât equal, that was manipulation and i could spell it out in ten different languages but you still couldnât get this pressed into your thick skull.â the sound of his hands couldnât make a dent in her brain with how angry he was getting. âyeah, RIGHT AFTER you told me the truth, how the fuck was i supposed to listen when you donât care about me?âÂ
âdonât you dare fucking call me that,â she said, all the wind in her body nearly leaving. zarina could feel herself slipping, wanting to grasp for air and in the process reach him. âdonât,â she shouted, anger bubbling up. âyou couldâve led with sorry but you didnât, you had so many chances to come clean but you chose then to do it?â she couldnât believe her ears, âyou keep fucking with my head,â she stormed over to him, âwhy? why do you keep torturing me with your fucked up words?â she laughed, that was rich coming from him, âare you joking? i donât even know who you are. you kept me at arms length, demanding everything from me and giving nothing back in return. i donât know anything about you, youâre a stranger.âÂ
his words left her silent, the anger leaving her body but remaining her eyes, but this time it wasnât directed towards him. she was angry at herself and being called out on it certainly didnât help. âyouâre doing it again, stop thinking youâre better than me! even if i wanted to come back, even after i begged for you to give me a chance and to be equal, i never will be. you wonât ever let me forget this, you wonât ever let me live anything down. thatâs why you always mention the accident right? and my friends, who by the way ââ never left me. you wonât let me forget them so i stay with you. how could i miss someone that did that to me?âÂ
âjust because i wanted answers doesnât mean i care for you in anyway.âÂ
hook wasnât sure what to say anymore, words seemed to have left him. heart thumping away against his chest rapidly, feeling himself sober up much too quickly. âgoddammit, zarina. of course i wasnât about to tell you the truth before, donât you see? canât you just understand,â he brushed his hands tightly against his eyes. snapping his head back against the wall with a loud thud, wincing at the sudden pain. âiâm not blaming you. iâm giving you facts. i wanted to talk. you didnât. you left.âÂ
âcall you what? hendricks? thatâs your last name,â james said. âthere you go. saying that i could of come clean when i did. i didnât care, zarina. didnât give a shit about anything but myself, and then things changed.â he glared towards her but not at her, knowing that every word was a lost cause tired him. wanting to just leave her and everything behind. james had changed, that he knew, but zarina only seemed to see who he had been. âiâm not torturing you. youâre here out of your own free will. please, not even you believe that.â
âshe says she doesnât know me. like she doesnât know i love playing chess. or that poetry is my favorite reading pastime. or that i dream to one day sail away and never come back,â he scoffed. âyou know me well, zarina. because you know all the things that are important, but sure say you donât know me.â
hook stood up straight brushing the dirt from his legs, tugging everything into place. whether he staid or left nothing would change, of that he was certain. âjust lets end this. iâm not good for you, and youâre definitely not good for me. everything i say youâre twisting it so that it fits your narrative,â he drawled out. making sure he had his small phone at hand, and wallet, looking towards the end of the alley. âtrying to tell you what had happened is for nothing, you donât actually want to listen. also, just for your information. it was i that found you on that bus in that street in the rain. it was i that took you in and cared for you until you were better. not your friends, not anyone else.âÂ
âi might of had ulterior motives at the time, but i still put effort into you. i dedicated you time,â tapping his fingers against the side of his leg, taking one step back. âdonât come to me when you realize you donât fit with them anymore. goodbye zarina.â
















