#tw queue

“what’s my good little slut doing out of their cage?”

6. “fuck you.” 19. “don’t say that.”

It’s your fault. You know that, but Kei never made it easy to admit it, not when he was so hell-bent on being right all the damn time. 

But here you are standing in a freezing park at nearly one in the morning, post stuffy event for his job where you made a bit of a fool of yourself after a little too much champagne.

“I’m sick of this!” You groan, massaging your temples as you focus a narrow look at him.

“If you hate me so much then why are you with me?” He goads, his words sharp but half-hearted, nauseating because they sting so much more than you’d ever admit.

Did he always doubt you like this?

“Don’t say that, I don’t hate you dammit.” It’s unfair, it’s all unfair how he knows just what to say to tear someone apart, never before had he turned his scathing words on you, but tonight seems to be different. 

“Really? Because you’re sure acting like it right now.” Condescending and bitter and it burns and burns away at you, you love him, you do, but did he have to make it so hard? It’s not as though he’s perfect. 

“I already said I’m sorry over and over again Kei, what do you want me to do?”

“Not embarrass me in front of all my coworkers and boss maybe?” He scoffs, a livid glint in his eyes, “Oh, too late.” 

“Fuck you.” The words come out ragged, paired with a crack in your voice that yanks tears from your eyes, “fuck all of this, do I hate you? No. But you sure act like you hate me.” 

You watch as his head tilts, his lips pinching into a thin line, that second of hesitation, that moment of considering what you’ve said is all you need to turn on your heel, to walk away.

“is he bothering you queen?”

“look at the size of those mommy milkers”