Trust?
“I trusted you,” I whispered, my voice trembling with the weight of it. I couldn’t believe it. He was the one doing this to me. After everything. After everyone telling me not to go back, not to give him another chance, and still — I did. I chose him. What an idiot.
He looked at me, expression unreadable. “You can’t really blame me, can you? You made that choice. To let me in again and again.”
His voice… it didn’t sound like him. Something in it had shifted — colder, flatter. I don’t recognize it, I barely recognized the man standing in front of me. When he took a step closer, I flinched. I used to feel safe with him. He was my person. The one I ran to when the world got heavy.
And now, I was stepping back.
“How could you…” I started, but didn’t get the words out.
He reached for my face, cupping it with both hands. I froze. “I told you, [nickname] — ”
I jerked away like he’d burned me. That name. The name only him used, the one that once made me feel special, like I was his. “Don’t you dare call me that again.”
He sighed. “Fine. I told you, [real name]. You’re too naive. You can’t go through life this fragile.”
I just stared at him. None of this made sense. “But you knew, you weren’t supposed to let me go and break me like that, you were the person that was going to make me stronger and hold my hands…. you… how did you? I took you back….And you just… You let go. You broke me. I trusted you — again. I chose to trust you.” My voice cracked. “I lo — ”
“You shouldn’t have,” he cut in, sharp and final.
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Something inside me cracked. Not my heart. That had already shattered a long time ago. This was something deeper. Quieter. A kind of acceptance, maybe.
“You…You broke me…” I said, whispering in disbelief and hurt.
“You let me.” He said coldly
I looked at him — really looked. At the man I used to love, the man I believed in. But he wasn’t there anymore. That version of him was gone.
And I snapped.
“I WAS THERE FOR YOU!” My voice rose before I could stop it. “When everyone else left, I stayed. I believed in you when no one else did. When did you stop caring? How did you turn into this?” My chest heaved. “I didn’t want anything back. I wasn’t asking for anything. But this? This is how you repay me? I trusted you with everything.”
I felt the wetness on my cheeks before I realized I’d been crying all along.
He looked at me, cool and unaffected. “Next time, think twice before you trust someone like that.”
I wiped my face. My hands were shaking. “Oh, trust me. I will.”
And that was it. The end. The truth is, the story had ended a while ago. I was just the last one still holding on — still trying to make the ending a happy one.
Turns out, I was the only one trying.
