Open and Hoping
Y/n gets more than she bargains for when she suggest her and Harry begin an open relationship as a last resort
I can almost feel the words on the edge of his tongue as he sips copious amounts of expensive wine in silence.
Maybe hell beat around the bush. He always had a high tolerance for alcohol, and hes not very good at being upfront when hes sober. Theres no way hes drunk this quickly as his aura still seems tense. Forced, almost.
Maybe hell sugarcoat it. Coax me into agreeing with what he has to say with some romantic feature about our past.
“We had 5 great years together You were the first girl I ever really loved… but I think we should end it here.”
Harry and I were still very much in love in certain ways. He enjoyed holding me while he slept, or watching cheesy movies with me while I built a sad excuse for a fort and popped some crappy knock-off movie theater popcorn and turned on badly filmed horror film from the 80s.
But he never told me I was beautiful anymore. Slowly, his compliments turned into looks, and his looks turned elsewhere. He slept with other women, I thought, because he couldnt get off with me. It was incredibly painful knowing the man that I was hopelessly in love with no longer found me desirable, that he no longer tucked a strand of my hair behind my ear before smiling at me in adoration.
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Eventually we both became more unhappy friends who were forced to be together. Harry would messily try to hide that he was sleeping with other people from me, ad the stress of having to sneak behind my back caused him to blame me for his tension instead of anything else.
There were times when I believed that it was his fault our marriage had turned out this way. But the more I pondered it, the more I realized that I couldve tried harder. I couldve flown out to see him when he couldnt be bothered with a phone call, I couldve told him how much he went to me sohe never had to sneak comfort in another person to begin with. Continuar leyendo «I wonder to myself how hes going to tell me hes unhappy»