𝑾𝑰𝑪𝑲𝑬𝑫 / 𝑔𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑠

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      ❝     i’m   telling   you,   one   second    it   was   here   and   now   it’s   not   !    ❞

        ❝   you   know,   most   people   crack   open   a   window,   ❞   he   reminds,   teasing   grin   almost   poking   out,   but   remaining   as   expressionless   as   he   could.   body   moves   quickly   off   the   couch,   meeting   up   with   the   other   as   the   question   floats   around   the   air.   ❝   you,   my   friend,   get   to   accompany   me   on   a   nice   early   morning   road   trip.   and   don’t   say   no   because   i   already   brought   you   a   bag.   ❞   the   finishing   statement   adding   on   an   innocent,   but   pleading   smile.  

        a   feeling   of   remorse   settles   in.   added   on   top   of   that   ?   guilt.   yet,   he   remains   solid   on   his   stance.   there   wasn’t   any   feasible   possibility   of   remaining   friends   with   dove.   as   much   as   the   man   would   love   any   semblance   of   it,   he  knew   deep   down   he   wasn’t   over   her   enough   to   make   it   work.   ❝   don’t   do   that   shit,   dove,   ❞   a   frustrated   sigh   releases,   not   wanting   there   to   be   a   fight  added   onto   this   conversation,   but   feeling   it   slowly   bubble   to   the   surface.   ❝  if   i   didn’t   want   to   be   with   you,   i   wouldn’t   have.   do   you   think   i   was   leading   you   on   that   entire   time   ?   ❞   brooks   retorts,   arms   folding   across   his   chest.   the   anger   building   at   the   accusations  thrown  at  him,   but   he   tries   to   remain   calm.   ❝   look,   there’s   someone   else,      ❞   a   lie.   ❝   someone   who   wouldn’t   be   too   happy   with   the   fact   that   i’m   friends   with   my   first   love.   can   we   drop   it   at   that   ?   ❞

        ❝   before   you   do   anything,   try   this   and   tell   me   how  you  like   it   !    be   HONEST.    ❞

        ❝   ah,   so   that’s   how   you're   going   to   play,   ❞   brooks   verbally   realizes,   a   hint   of   a   teasing   tone   within   his   words.   he   brings   the   glass   back   to   his   lips,   finishing   what   was   left.   sitting   there   for   a   moment,   a   million   different   secrets   floating   in   his   thoughts   before   settling   upon   one.   ❝   if   i   tell   a   secret,  you’ve   got   to   give   one   back.   we’re   keeping   this   fair,   right   ?   ❞   and   then   a   smile   is   gracing   his   lips   before   getting   started   on   his   story.   ❝   i   used   to   steal   pocket   change   from   my   mom’s   purse   for   like   four   years.   but   when  she   finally   caught   on,   she   just   let   it   happen.   so,   i’m   not   actually   sure   if   i   was   still   stealing   at   that   point.   ❞  

        ❝   oh,   come   on.   where’d   your   sense   of   fun   go   ?    ❞

        ❝   i’m   just      saying      .   .   .      if   you   DIDN’T   want   visitors,   then   why’d   you   leave   the   door   unlocked   ?   ❞  

        ❝   don’t   –   ❞   he   starts,   watching   as   seungmin   begins   making   his   way   towards   the   area   in   question.   a   heavy   sigh   filling   the   air,   while   hands   roughly  brush   through   locks   of   curls.   anxiety   had   settled   in   within   the   first   few   steps,   but   once   it’s   declared   that   nothing   was   there,   he   felt   the   air   return   to   his   lungs.   ❝   crazy   ?   no.   cautious   ?   i   have   to   be.   you   get   followed   once   or   twice   in   your   life   and   you’ll   react   similarly.   crazy   is   you   going   to   check.   what   if   someone   was   there   ?   ❞

         eyes   widen   momentarily   before   returning   to   a   resting   face.   rhys   couldn’t   think   back   on   any   of   his   friends   that   preferred   other   alternatives   over   entertainment   within   visual   media.   ❝   seriously   ?   nothing   ?   you   don’t   have   a   favorite   tv   show   ?      ❞   astounded,   yet   realizing   it   might   be   his   own   mind   exaggerating   things.   ❝   sorry.   ❞   added   quickly,   with   a   slowly   growing   smile.  that   same   smile   adding   a   laugh   at   the   daejung’s   teasing.   ❝   i’d   like   to   remind   you   that   I’m   pretty   damn   normal   compared   to   others   out   there.   think   of   me   when   you   meet   someone   extremely   odd.   ❞

        maybe   he   was   at   fault   for   listening   to   his   friends,   but   rhys   couldn’t   shake   the   gut   feeling   that   SOMETHING   was   off   between   him   and   mhir.   Impulsive   at   best,   and   rarely   thinking   things   through   –   his   pride   wouldn’t   be   able   to   take   it   if   this   was   plain   paranoia.      ❝     have   you   been   talking   behind   my   back   ?     ❞      he   gets   straight   to   the   point,   seeing   no   use   in   beating   around   the   bush   any   longer.   ❝   i’ve   heard   some   things   from   a   few   others.   ❞   but   it’s   left   at   that.   no   further   explanation   or   example   of   what’s   been   said.   rhys   doesn’t   want   to   come   across   as   SENSITIVE   or   weak,   despite  it   being   plain   as   day   that   he’s   worried   his   feelings   are   going   to   get   hurt.  

        as  much  as  all  of  this  was  frustrating  to  her,  she  could  tell  that  it  was  weighing  heavily  on  him.  all  the  news  articles,  the  tabloids,  the  rumors;  they  were  all  right  there  in  front  of  him  the  entire  time.  that  realization  alone  caused  a  pang  of  guilt  to  sit  within  her.  never  had  arden  imagined  her  lifestyle  would  take  a  toll  on  someone  else.  in  fact,  she’d  never  given  it  the  opportunity  until  she  met  tyler.  eyes  soften  as  she  looks  at  him,  already  feeling  herself  giving  up.  arden  wanted  tyler  to  find  happiness  .  .  .  and  clearly  she  wasn’t  able  to  be  the  source  of  it  anymore.    ❝  why  didn’t  you  tell  me  ?  why  didn’t  you  talk  to  me  ?  ❞  she  questions,  voice  quiet  and  soft  as  she  continues  to  stand  there,  wanting  nothing  more  than  to  kneel  down  and  grab  his  hands  to  experience  any  final  connection.  though,  she’s  not  saying  it  to  shift  the  blame.  her  life  is  entirely  her  fault,  and  arden  knows  that  well.  ❝  i  never  wanted  you  to  feel  neglected.  i  work  every  single  day  out  of  the  year,  and  i  know  how  hard  that  is  for  you,  but  i  did  everything  i  could  to  try  and  find  time  for  you.  ❞    arden  stops,  realizing  the  excuses  aren’t  what  he  wants  from  her,  if  he  even  wanted  anything  at  all.  there  could’ve  been  more  and  she  could  have  done  more  for  him.  ❝  just  .  .  .  ❞    arden  pauses,  a  heavy  sigh  releasing  into  the  air,    ❝  just  trust  me  when  i  say  i  never  cheated  on  you.  i’ve  never  given  a  single  person  the  time  of  day  and  i  never  wanted  to.  everything  was  always  strictly  professional.  i’ve  wanted  nothing  more  than  to  have  a  normal  life,  especially  with  you,  but  i  can’t.  ❞  the  next  part  is  the  part  she’s  dreading,  heart  aching  but  beating  loudly,  while  her  hands  and  legs  can’t  seem  to  remain  steady  for  long  periods  of  time.  ❝  you  deserve  more,  you  always  have,  and  i  can’t  give  you  that.  i  don’t  want  you  to  keep  sitting  around  waiting  for  me,  or  constantly  getting  hurt  with  every  new  article  and  rumor  that’s  floating  around.  ❞  arden  doesn’t  fully  outright  say  it,  but  she  knows  the  ending  is  floating  within  her  words.