I was applying the lipstick before checking it on my mirror.
"Cute!" I say to myself before picking up my Gucci bag.
Anyway my dress...
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I walk out of the house, ruffling my hair a bit.
Vincent has called me over at his house.
A month before we had a massive fight. I was dancing with Jordan at the park which he didn't like.
But how can he estimate that I am cheating on him? I like—
I didn't talk to him, he said he is sorry and wants to make it up.
I think I should listen to him for once.
After few minutes....
I knock at his door, not a second past when the door opened. He was wearing a black shirt which was my favourite.
"Y/n... You look gorgeous!" He exclaimed as I look away, slowly finding my way to enter his apartment.
He shifted to a side as I enter keeping my bag on the sofa.
I sit down as he come sit beside me on the sofa, trying to come close to me.
"Did you go to office today?" He asked.
I just nod.
"Why did you call me here?" I asked him as he look at me, his smile faltering.
"I.... Y/n... I am sorry...." He spoke out.
"I really shouldn't have been that stupid to talk to you like that. After seeing everything that you were just joking with him, I don't know why I took it seriously. I just don't like that fact that you are talking and joking with other boys—"
"Don't be ridiculous Vincent. This is absolute stupidity. Talking to other boys doesn't mean I am having a relationship with them!"
"No no no, I didn't mean like that y/n! I just thought he had bad intentions."
"You couldn't have pulled me out of there without making a scene. And if you meant so, why did call me a slut and bitch when we came back home? Now look Vincent, this has to come to an end. Everyday everytime, the same things happen!" I say as he sigh.
"I am sorry y/n, let me make it up! Give me this one last chance!" He spoke as I look down.
"This is the fifth time you are asking for a chance Vin. I really don't know what should I do."
He looked at me, taking my hands in his, squeezing them.
"Can reciprocate your feelings for me? Or did I destroy that too?" He asked slowly.
"It never did."
He looked at me.
"You hurt every single time Vincent, I am a individual person Vin. The fact with which we fought is soo baseless that I can't even bring the topic up—"
