luciellebp:
Lucielle wished she had actually taken a seat, every next word of her boyfriend’s mouth a new BLOW that she wasn’t sure she could actually stomach. “In a week,” she echoed dully. There was no way this was actually happening. Too many emotions raged inside of her for her to actually even begin to wonder what to do so she did what she did best - remained outwardly impassive while her brain worked its ass off to make sense of what the boy was telling her. Because IAN wouldn’t do that to her, would he? It made no sense. He loved her. She loved him. Hell, he’d asked her to trust him and she had. Truly. If there was anyone outside of her family that Lucy was sure would never betray her, would never play her for a fool it was him. But as she searched his face for any signs that he was messing with her, that this was all a horrible, terrible JOKE, the blonde realised he was being serious.
He was engaged. Marrying one of her best fucking friends. Who hadn’t told her anything either. Did she know about this arrangement? She would have told her if she knew, right? She and Alek were friends. They were close. They talked about almost anything. Surely, SURELY, she would have told her something this big… right?
She took a step back. Was the room spinning? Lucy grit her teeth, desperately trying to get it together. Somehow, she managed to find her voice and somehow, she managed to not sound as WEAK and PATHETIC as she felt. “How… how long has this been going on?”
Ian let his eyes observe Lucy’s features, trying to understand where her thoughts were. That was the thing about Lucy, she never showed too much, she always tried to hide it. Even if it wasn’t caused by him, her pain was never on display to Ian, no matter how hard he tried. And now more than ever, he knew there was no shot of getting a glimpse into her true emotions. Especially since he was the cause, he was the one who directly inflicted whatever pain she was feeling, whatever betrayal, shock or abandonment she felt as a result of his announcement. Her lips parted, echoing his words of when he was expected to get married. He remained silent, just watching her, waiting for something that he could potentially work with.
His eyes dropping to her feet once she stepped back, feeling a sting in his chest at that moment, realizing that this was likely the end of it. Was there something that he could work with? Was that even a thing for them at this rate? Suddenly, she spoke, asking a question that he would rather not answer. His eyes staying on her feet for a moment longer as he thought about her question. He knew why she asking, she wanted to know how long he had kept it from her, how long he was able to deceive her for, smile in her face while knowing that he was going to be married off in a matter of time. Feeling it getting harder to breathe, Ian shut his eyes for a moment as he tried to think of how to make this less... worse. Better in some way, how could he possibly make it better? He felt desperation surge through him. He needed to make it better.
Swallowing the lump in his throat, he let his eyes open as he looked back up to meet his gaze with Lucy. “A while.” He answered, before his brows knit together and he shook his head. “I just... I was trying to stop it... I didn’t want to say anything until I tried my best to end it and I... I guess I was in denial that I couldn’t?” He breathed out, his emotions spilling in his tone before he cleared his throat and shook his head. “I found out February of last year.” He specified. “I didn’t... I wanted to tell you when I ended it. When it was over so it wouldn’t feel. so hopeless. I guess I forgot who my father was.” He shook his head. “I’m sorry, Lucy.” He apologized for keeping the information from her. “But we could still make this work.” He blurted.
















