Playing all my songs about break ups while writing this. Sorry for the dudes who said no drama >.<

Alison's POV.

Silence.

It creeps through the cracks of the door and winds into the room, blanketing the area in heavy wisps of smoke.

My eyes are trained on the rich carpet of burning red, voice cracking as I speak, "Why?"

Nothing has to be said.

He understands.

He knows.

There's no answer though. No answer that would satisfy me.

I lift my head, eyes teary, "Why Blake? Why?"

He keeps his head bowed but from where I am sitting I can see his hands quivering in his lap.

And suddenly it all comes back.

Everything.

Like waves crashing against the shoreline with increasing intensity, everything returned.

Screams echo through my mind. Affection whispers lingering in the background as the ball of black and pink in the middle of it all steadily begins to grow.

The pain is back.

It stabs me like thousands of knives digging themselves into me, relentlessly. Words.

And the blood. Tears.

The blood falls like never before, gushing through my wounds and staining the white sheets under neath me.

A pure white.

The innocent. The pure.

The whole.

And I can smile bitterly as he mutters strings of apologies, eyes brimming with tears.

"I love you."

I never loved you.

"You were the best thing that's ever happened to me."

You were never enough.

"You're my everything."

You are nothing to me.

I can't do this.

His words. His appearance. His smell.

Everything about him.

It was both a blessing and a curse.

I want to cry. I want to smile.

I want to scream and yell that I hate his very presence. I want to hug him and kiss him until I am yearning his touch.

I don't know what I want.

"Stop!"

And he does, mouth immediately snapping shut and eyes softening as tears fall from my lashes, hitting the plush carpet underneath me.

"Stop."I whisper, "Stop lying."

This wasn't real.

He was supposed to hate me. Supposed to treat me like dirt beneath his shoes. Supposed to kick me until I am left bleeding.

But this, this was not right.

This change.

The soft words. The smiles. The flowers. The affectionate touches.

It wasn't real.

It was fake. An act.

A dream.

"I'm not lying."he pleads, a single tear falling from his eyes, "I love you. I love you so fucking much that it h-hurts."

His eyes are glassed over with sorrow, voice cracking, desperation lacing his words, "Can't you see that? Can't you see that I would get my on knees to give anything you want?"

"Liar!"I scream, voice shrill.

Overweight bitch.
Fat-mouthed slut.
Useless whore.

I will never love you.

"What can I do to make you forgive me?"he whimpers, "Tell me! I'll do anything, I swear."

This was a mistake.

I shouldn't have ever set foot in this house. I had been too rash to make such decisions that quickly.

I swipe at my eyes, humiliated that I had broken down before him.

We are both crying.

Both swept up in this cyclone, cyclone of pain. Of never ending pain.

Round and round we went. Laugh, crying. Smiling, frowning.

"I'm sorry."

It's not him who utters the two words.

It's me.

"I'm sorry for not being enough."I say, heart clenching at every word, "I'm sorry for not living up to your expectations. I'm sorry being a burden in your life. I'm sorry for loving you. I'm so sorry."

And he only looks at me.

Looks at me those large eyes, that are clouded over in hurt as he chokes back a sob, a single tear rolling down his cheek.

"I'm sorry for leaving you when you needed me."I continue, eyes trained on the floor as my own begin to cloud over with pain, "I'm sorry for calling you names that no one deserves to be called. I'm sorry for pushing you away. I'm sorry for be scared."

"S-Scared?"he sniffles, rubbing his nose which had tinted a light red.

My heart breaks as I see his face.

There is nothing but absolute heartbreak displayed against his features.

Gone was the confident man who let nothing get in his way. Gone was the man who bowed down to no one. Gone was the man who sneered at the unfortunate.

And here stood before me a boy. A boy who's fallen from his stool, ripped from his loved ones.

A boy was both nothing and everything.

A boy who is completely and utterly vulnerable at my touch. A boy who's world is only full of lies and fakes. A world of popularity and completion.

A boy who is broken.

"I loved you."he stutters, eyes large with sincerity, "I really did. Back then, even when we were married. I was just too much off a wimp to tell you. Or to tell myself."

And suddenly everything opens.

Like a book that's being opened after years of neglect, it's yellowed page crisp under your touch.

His mother. Her story.

The pages are opened in a flurry, specks of dust rising into the air and mixing with the gold of the morning.

The pain of losing a mother. A best friend.

I can feel it as he cries, great sobs falling from his lips as he clutches his heart as if there was only a wide, gaping hole, his heart thumping weakly beside him.

I can feel the pain. My own tears fall from my eyes as he cries out his story.

I can feel the knives, the blood, the screams. Everything.

"After her d-death, he was different."he breathes out, wiping at his eyes, "I understood it though. He lost the love of his life, anyone would act like that. But I was still young then. And he...he just ignored me. I had no father for a great part of my life!"

His eyes hardened, lips curling into a thin line, "And a part of me hates him for that. I hate him for being too caught up in his own emotions to give a damn about how his son was feeling after seeing his mother practically ripped from limb to limb at such a young age. And maybe it's selfish for me to hate him for that, but I don't care. It hurt to see all the others kids with their dad's on open classroom days."

"All my footy games were hell. Every teammate had their dad cheering them on and hugging them after games, telling them that they were brilliant but mine, mine was crying for himself in his fucking room."

"And so when the man decided to grow some balls and finally crawl out of the hole he dug for himself, he sets me up with a girl! He made me marry you without choice. I hated him for that. Hated him for stripping me from my childhood and now from finding true love. So I made it my life goal to ruin you. I blamed you for his wrongs. And that was my first mistake."

"It was unpredictable that even though I treated you terribly I begin to fall for you little touches. How you cared for me. How you treated me like a normal person and not someone that you wanted to strike a deal with. How you looked out for me. How you made me smile. I loved that. But I told myself I hated it because you were someone close to my dad. The man I hated with all my heart. But even then it didn't take long for me to realise that I had fallen for you. The news was a shock to me. I wasn't planning to and now I had. I had fallen for you and ruined any plans of destroying my father's wish to marry me off to a decent girl. So I told myself that I didn't love you. That I hated you. And it's funny that I managed to convince myself that I hated you. That I lied to myself. Second mistake."

He breaths in deeply through his nose, index fingers reaching up to rub his forehead as he closes his eyes.

I can only listen, mind processing the new information I had heard, heart thumping wildly against my rib cage and face little with dried tears.

"But the last one. The last one was priceless. That mistake cost me everything. The night you saw me with that woman, I knew from look in your eyes that was enough to have you gone. I should've felt happy because it was initial plan in the first place but I wasn't. I was so remorseful. Nights I spent drinking myself to sleep. And I hated that one girl had such an effect on me. But you weren't any girl. You were special. So I tried to feed the media lies, wanting you to hate me even more. Wanting me to hate you even more. But that night. The night you left was my biggest mistake. My mistake was letting you go."

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Mhmm so how's Alison gunna react? 😏 How do you want her to react?

I have some questions for y'all so pls answer!

Q1. Do still hate Blake?

Q2. Do you think that they deserve to be together?

Q3. Do you think Alison should forgive him or not?

So far that's all I'm asking! Love to see what u guys think! ;)

P.S. School is starting in like two days so update will hella slow :(