A message for your bleeding heart

[Alva Ren]

This was the end.

No matter how much Rae called his name or tried to take his hand, Alva couldn't stand the sight of him. Even if he was sorry. Even if every cell in Rae's body regretted the cheating, it didn't change the fact that it happened.

Tonight.

It happened tonight. Hours ago, probably, while he was sitting at home waiting to hear from Rae, worried that Rae might be hurt or getting into trouble. While Alva was contrite about what he had done, and beat himself up and down over what he had done to Rae, Rae was...

He looked up finally at Rae, as Rae grabbed onto him, and his eyes were hard and bright. Too bright. The air felt stale in his lungs. He couldn't stop thinking about it--Rae and Josh. Rae and Josh. Rae and Josh,  behind his back, playing him for a fool while he waited for hours at home for Rae.

"Get out," Alva repeated, more firmly this time. He didn't shout, though; he didn't scream even though it took everything in him not to reach out and slap Rae across the mouth, the way he'd threatened to do to Josh.

[Reagan Ryang]

You don't mean it.

But the way his stare cut through Rae, the words couldn't be repeated. Alva didn't mean it? Heh. That was... rich. Alva meant it. It wasn't just hurt in his gaze. It was betrayal. It was the gaze of somebody who was well and thoroughly finished. Alva had enough of him.

Rae used to think Alva was way too good to be true. When they first started dating, Rae kept waiting for the hammer to fall. One day, he was sure Alva would wake up and see sense and he would realize they'd never work out. But they worked everything out. Through it all, through all the snide remarks and judgmental stares, they had always been so much stronger than the world around them. That only worked when they were together, though. Rae knew what he did shredded at the ties that bound them. He just hadn't expected it to be this sudden.

Slowly, he dropped his hand. His heart beat sickeningly fast and he almost felt the urge to be sick. He couldn't stand the look in Alva's eyes. Even worse, he put it there. Worst of all, he had a feeling he couldn't smooth things over with apologies. Five years. He hoped that stupid curse witch fuck was happy. Yes, he blamed everything on that asshole.

Without words, Rae stepped away and strode outside--despite the pain in both his heart and his body.

It wasn't until he was outside that he realized he was standing out in the rain with no car but he didn't fucking dare go back inside.