“You fucking broke me, so don’t you dare play the victim.” Kian says sitting across from you in a small café.
“I’m not trying to play the victim. I’m just trying to explain what happened. I felt like you were being distant. You were blowing me off all the time and leaving LA for weeks on end without saying anything about where you are. I felt like you were abandoning me. I just got so tired of waiting for you to answer your phone that I went out with some friends. I drank too much. I shouldn’t have slept with Jc. I know that. I made a mistake. That doesn’t mean that I don’t love you.” You say trying to explain the actions you took two months ago.
“Please don’t say you love me. I can’t do this. I still love you but I am so fucking broken about what you did. I don’t know if I can still do this.”
“Can you ever forgive me?” You ask. There’s a long pause before he answers.
“I don’t know. Probably. I know I wasn’t being the best boyfriend to you, but you slept with my best friend. Now my best friend has feelings for you. It’s a lot to handle.”
“Jc has feelings for me?” You ask immediately regretting it.
“Yeah, does that change things for you? Does that make you not care about me anymore?” Kian grumbles.
“No, of course not. I don’t care if he has feelings for me. I don’t have feelings for him. It was one drunken night, one drunken mistake. If I could take it back, I would. You are the one I want to be with Kian. Please just tell me that you still want to be with me. Please tell me you can forgive me. I love you. I know you love me too.”
“I want to be with you and I still love you, but I don’t know if it is enough this time.” Kian gets up and walks out. You sit there crying for hours until the shop closes.
“Yeah. As you can tell we are sick. Very, Very Sick” Kian said, keeping his hands deep in his jacket pockets. “And then I was called and told that I just Had to come over an take care of them.” You said, sticking your head into the view of the camera. “Oh shut up. You love us.” Kian said, pulling you into his lap and wrapping his hands, that were still stuck in his pockets, around your waist. “I can’t take care of you guys if you get me sick.” You said, unwrapping his arms from your waits and standing up. “Touche” Jc said, taking his face away from Wishbones neck.