Aphmau's POV

*Play Song*

I stroll down the hospital's corridor as I do my hourly checks with my patients, developing a familiarity with the intern life. I loved it. 

At one point, while I was just casually strolling through the halls, I suddenly felt vise-like grip at my wrist, tugging me with inescapable strength. 

Of course my body feels the flight-fight response, but as I realize who my captor is, I feel myself writhing more. 

He doesn't budge, as he leads me into one of the storage closets, closing the door as he leaned against it with a flourish—preventing me from escaping again.

"Hey!" I exclaim helplessly, obviously annoyed.

He finally relinquishes his hold on me, locking my gaze for a few quiet seconds before he spoke: "What are you doing?"

I scoff, bemused.

"What am I doing—WHAT AM I DOING?!"

His eyebrows crease in confusion, resting a hand on one of the shelves, looking for answers he won't find.

"I'm trying to live my fucking life! You think it's just so easy ignoring you? Do you know how hard it was, all those years ago, to move on from you?!"

I stop myself, clapping a palm to my mouth to prevent any other revealing aspects from coming out. I look away from him, running my hand through my hair, having a bit of hope he didn't just hear what I just...shouted.

"Move on—from me?"

Yeah, he heard.

"Just cut the bullshit, you clearly had no such hard time." I state, referring to his quote on quote "marriage," that seemed shaky enough as it is.

"You think I didn't have a hard time?!" He yells, catching me off-guard, foreign ferocity in his blazing eyes.

"You think it was easy for me?! That it was easy, for me to forever ponder the thought that I—that I would never get to see you again?"

I stay silent, dropping my head in slight shame. Hiding my face of annoyance...

Annoyance—from him actually having a valid point.

"And you think it's easy now? After seeing you all of a sudden, after a decade!?" He continues, his voice laced with a mix of rage and pain.

"Oh, don't give me that, don't play the victim here! You are happy, in a marriage with the love of your life!" I shouted, my heart breaking on the inside as my voice threatened to break on the outside.

"Shes not—"

"She's not what?! Hot enough?! Funny enough?! Good enough?!"

"...No."

"Then enlighten me, what is she not?!"

"She's not the love of my life."

Have a nice day my crystals!