Tears roll down my face as I realize I fell in love with a liar. This isn’t something you keep from your girlfriend. Someone you hold on to like they’re your lifeline … someone you gave your heart to.
“Please say something,” he pleads and moves toward me.
I place a hand out to stop him. Someone pinch me because this is not happening right now. The one person I felt pure happiness with has been lying to me for weeks. He’s the person I found comfort in, and as I glance at him, I don’t see the guy I fell in love with.
I just see a playboy who toyed with me so hard.
“What was your end goal?” I croak out.
Tears pour down his face at a faster rate. “To make you fall in love with me! The real me, not some bullshit you see on the news and tabloids!” he yells desperately when I shake my head.
“I feel so played by you.”
I try to walk around him when he strides over to me.
“I wasn’t playing you. I really like you, Trin. My love isn’t a lie. I didn’t mean for this to get so out of hand. I wanted to tell you before we got serious, but I got so lost in you, and I didn’t want to ruin what we had!”
He grabs my hips. Where his skin meets my own, I don’t feel the usual electricity. I feel a deep sting of betrayal. It runs through my veins all the way to my heart, which aches. Aches so bad that my chest hurts.
Leonidas’s face is so close to mine. Feeling his breath on my face, I want to push him and yell at him.
“How could you do this to me?” I whimper. “How could you break my heart like this, knowing how broken I already was?”
I push his body away from mine. His body stumbles away while I run toward the door, letting out a yelp when I feel his hand on my shoulder. He spins me around, and I glare at him.
“Don’t touch me.”
He extends his hands out, a sign that he won’t be touching me. Sagging in defeat, he replies shakily, “I won’t touch you, but please let us talk this out.”
“What is there to talk about?” I snap coldly. “You kept the biggest secret from me.”
All I see is red. He lied to me. He’s a liar. I’m a joke to him. All the things he said, all his touches, advice, and sweet nothings—they feel like lies. I fell in love with a liar, a person who isn’t real.
Fuck love. I hate the wordlove.
And it’s all because of the guy in front of me. I hate him for breaking me like this. I hate that I fell in love with him.
No wonder why people’s eyes would linger.
Why they would turn their heads around and do a double take.
I was naive.
I was blind and stupid.
I was in love.
“I love you, Trinity, so damn much!”
The more the wordlovecomes out of his mouth, the more I want to run away. You don’t lie to the person you love.
I take steps back from him. The endless river of tears stream down my face. I want them to stop, show him I’m strong and he didn’t break my heart.
As I look at him, I feel a tremendous amount of pain.
My chest aches, and my hands sweat. He’s made me into an idiot.
“Love shouldn’t make me feel this way, Leo!” I say harshly.
