She Approved the Split He Fell Apart

137 Dream time is up

Sebastian’s POV

As I watch her trying to engage me in a conversation, to keep me distracted with phony gratitude, I can taste only bitterness in my mouth no matter how much nerve–number I pour down.

I know why she could lie to me now– I’m no longer special to her.

I am to her now as is everyone else, a person she can use and not feel bad about it. Honesty is to her a ” solid base for marriage“. I ruined that marriage, and she is allowed to not give a damn to its base.

She was right. She built a home for me, for us. A real home, not just a house to live in, a harbor where I could relax from my day and recharge, where I was cared for to the extreme without paying anything.

I broke that heaven into pieces without realizing what I had.

a guy I don’t even know like the most awkward thief in the world that she is, tasting the bitter pain

has made her bed, then she has

she stuck herself in a conversation with me that she clearly hated, to have my phone, then she had to

coward that I am, only dare to say this with

me, one last

fear when she prepared a gift for a month, just to ask one simple question. Now on the other end of an ask, I can’t even imagine where she found the courage and patience to ask over and over again, just for a piece of time with me, when I gave only cold, blunt

bartender brings up a

refuse, and the sourness in my chest makes me

you the one who

such a move stings my eyes. She hates being close to me, and like a mean kid throwing a tantrum, I pull her seat into me, grabbing the back of

returned my phone, and

attempt to keep the last distance between us. We used to have negative distance between us, and now even at an arm’s length, it’s too close

tilt my head, feeling her tender skin on my face. I miss her, so much. I never thought of myself as a Justful man. I didn’t want to have sex with Scar. I hated her for

Dream time

+25 BONUS

one time with Scar, it became