Everything I Meant to Say - Part 1
Summary: Cassian sends the wrong message at the wrong time.
A/N: Based on a prompt that I just couldn’t resist. Even though I should be resisting it, because I have so many other writing projects to do.Part 2, Part 3
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Cassian didn’t mean to text her.
Hell, he wasn’t even sure why he had Nesta’s number in the first place. They parted ways six years ago and hadn’t said a word to each other since. The only time he even heard her name was during the holidays, when Feyre and Elain would discretely leave the dinner table to call their sister in the kitchen.
He never failed to notice how Rhys and Azriel often doubled their efforts to distract him while Nesta’s voice could clearly be heard in the other room.
She was always travelling somewhere now. The last he heard, she was in Paris. Or was it Prague? Sometimes, he would see her without meaning to. On a billboard somewhere. Or on the cover of a fashion magazine. Such was the glamorous life of a supermodel.
He should be happy for her.
He was happy for her.
Even when thinking about her still made him mad as hell.
Time heals all wounds, or so the old saying went. You would think six years would be more than enough time to forget the way they used to singe and scorch one another. But if there was one thing he and Nesta were good at, it was wounding each other deeply.
He still carried the scars with him to this day.
To be fair, she was probably still carrying hers too.
It was a thought that never brought him any comfort.