As the wordLeoleaves my mouth, his face falls with heartbreak.
A broken whisper comes out of his lips. “Did you call me Leo?”
“Is that even your name?” I laugh, and my hands gesture toward him. “Or did you lie about that too?”
“Of course it’s my real name!” he yells out passionately, turning a shade of red. His eyes blaze with determination. “You’re the only one who knows my full name, Trinity. Don’t call me Leo. I only didn’t tell you about being in a band!”
I reel back, curling my lip back in disgust. “Don’t act like that isn’t a major part of who you are. You lied about everything. How could you not tell me that when we were in a relationship?”
He says nothing. His tall body hovers over mine. Eyes full of sadness, a sadness that would break me if he hadn’t already done so.
I watch as his world crumbles, and so does mine.
“I told you everything,” I start off but stop when my voice cracks with emotion. “I told you things about myself that even my mother doesn’t know. You just sat back and watched as you completely played me like a damn TV show. I know you didn’t want to move into this stupid town. Did you not tell me because you wanted entertainment? Did I keep you busy?” Every word that leaves my mouth gets harsher, louder.
I want the boy who completely shattered my heart to know how much he truly hurt me.
“Did you use me for inspiration? Did you write any excellent songs while lying to me? Will your next album be calledThe Stupid Small-Town Girl?” I spit out at him, and he staggers back.
“I told you my reasoning for not telling you,” Leo adds. “I wanted you to love me for who I actually am! I wanted to have my person, Trinity. You’re my person. My favorite person!” He sobs and tries to grab my face.
I dodge him. “How am I your person if you’re not mine? I can’t be with a liar. I don’t even know who you are!”
“Don’t say that,” he pleads. His voice cracks. “Please don’t leave me, Trinity.” The most heartbreaking cry I’ve ever heard leaves his mouth.
“I gave you everything. I gave you my heart and soul, Leo! I told you I have fucking trust issues, but I trusted you! I put them aside for you because I loved you!” I yell, and my voice echoes in the room. The only thing I can seem to do is scream.
He flinches when I sayloved.
“And you know what the saddest thing is?” I pause, and his red eyes find my own. “I would have loved you regardless if you’d told me your damn identity! This just proves how you don’t trust me. You could have told me after asking me out, when you knew how I felt at the beginning. What good is a relationship if you can’t trust one another?” I choke back an emotional sound. “I thought you out of everyone would have understood that. That I wouldn’t love you for your money or fame.”
“I gave you everything too,” he explains with urgency. “Just like you, I gave you my entire fucking heart and soul. You think my fans see that side of me? I’m so different from the person the world sees. I didn’t want you to see that person.” He grips my cheeks in the palms of his hands. “This is me, the real me.”
“I can’t trust you right now.”
He says nothing. My own words feel like bullets to my chest.
“Even after knowing I hate music, you pretended that your entire life didn’t revolve around it. You lied to me even when I showed you I cared for you. Was that funny? Did you get a good laugh?”
“You know that’s not my reasoning,” Leo says sharply.
“Was it worth it?” I ask him, suddenly needing space.
“No.” His voice comes out torn. “It wasn’t worth it. I’m an idiot.”
The face I grew to love drops into his hands as he lets out a breathy sigh. I can’t be around him anymore. I’ve never felt like my heart was being ripped out of my chest this brutally. The pain is as if I were being run over by a car, but Leo was at the wheel, laughing, enjoying the fact that he’d demolished the already-broken girl he moved next door to.
I bolt when he tries to grab for me. I can hardly see through the thick tears in my eyes. I run down the steps, not even bothering to hold the banister.
I speed up when I hear his heavy footsteps following my own. Running toward the door, I grip the doorknob.
“Trinity, baby—” he pleads.
I whip around and burst out, “Just go, Leo. I need to be alone to think.” I swing the front door open, and my eyes narrow.
Painful, thick silence consumes the air as he stands, rooted to his spot.
“Get out!”Please, just get out.
