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[05.] “Wait a minute. Are you jealous?”  + RK9oo

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“Look I’m just asking for another chance, okay? Do you know what it felt like when you dumped me, well do you?”

You don’t answer your ex. In fact, you don’t even look at them as they try to lean into your line of sight. Instead, your fingers idly play with your phone, rolling the device nervously between them. He should be here. You wish he was here. Now, more than ever, you want the security that comes with his cold presence.

But instead, Nines—for once in his existence—is running late, and you had the misfortune of running into the last person you ever wanted to see again.

“Hey, don’t ignore me,” they snap, half-angry and half-annoyed, “Don’t try and pretend you don’t miss me. Don’t forget I’m the only one who ever made you feel good. You still miss me, I know it.”

This time you don’t want to keep quiet like you once did. This time you want to stand your ground and fight. What you once thought was love—pure and precious—that once made you so blind to their toxicity, no longer exists. What you felt for your ex is a mere shadow, a shade, to what you feel for Nines.

Despite how new it is, how fragile still; it’s a hurricane in comparison to everything that has come before it. His cold lips have burned away every trace of anyone else; he’s made sure of it.

“Actually,” you began, feeling proud of the fact that for once your voice did not wobble. “I’ve found someone else. Someone who makes me the happiest I’ve ever been. Thank you.”

Their face twists and there is a ring of bitterness—almost resentment—in their expression as earlier annoyed stare morphs into a glare. “Don’t be stupid,” they mutter, expression pinched and voice low. “Who could ever love you—”

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