#* ♡ ◞ leonora casilao ╱ 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔 .

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the taste in her mouth was more bitter than the tone of her voice.   “ you don’t owe me an explanation, ”   and they didn’t. but that did not mean there wasn’t still a gaping hole in her body where her heart once was. that they didn’t still have hers, even if she didn’t have theirs.   “ but i guess i wasn’t ready to see you move on quite that fast. ”

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the image of him with another left a bitter taste in her mouth. maybe she didn’t know what their name was, or even remotely what they looked like. but she remembered what he looked like when he was in love, and to imagine there was someone else on the receiving end of it made her feel ill. maybe in part because she had grown indulgent of his affection, his presence. of having someone to care for her after always she always took care of anyone else. now being reliant on herself only, it made her feel more alone again than their split should’ve.   “ not so much jealousy. ”   now those words were lies, pure and utter lies.   “ you didn’t tell me you were going out. and you don’t owe me that. but you know i worry. ”

      it was an unorthodox situation — if you could even call it that. callum could easily shovel the blame of their arrangement, pinning it on the ever-plummeting economy or his less-than-glamorous livelihood, but he would never admit that leo's presence offered him some comfort. the inevitable disruption to normalcy that came with a long-term breakup might have hurt him more than the split itself, but he was instead unhealthily dulling the pain via couch surfing with friends. i mean, it was better than other ways to cope, right ? " i didn't have a date, thank you very much. and if i did, you sounded very jealous about it. "

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tips of her fingers needed to hold onto the kitchen counters, measure to help steady herself as she heard the familiar noise of their front door. leo couldn’t bear to face them, instead attention diverted to the half empty mug of tea in her hand as if the leaves would spell out the answers to the mysteries of the universe. or maybe even more specifically, the mystery of why the other didn’t come home the previous night. although she could fill in the blanks.    “ so your date went well? ”

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shoulders tense as a familiar arm slides its way around her shoulders, the smell of alcohol clear on their breath.  aren’t you having fun?   the question nearly makes her snicker in pure misery. as if she did not just catch them with their tongue down someone else’s throat minutes ago. and as if that didn’t break her heart into more pieces than she dared to count.   “ no, no, that’s not it  —  i am. ”   little white lie, of sorts, as she allowed her own arm to wrap around their waist in order to keep them steady on their feet. only made her heart ache more.   “ just tired, that’s all. ”

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“ maybe i hoped you would’ve offered one, anyway. ”   still teeth bit down on her tongue, maybe a little too harsh. she had never been good at wearing her heart on her sleeve, felt vulnerable with the realization that their split hit her harder than it had him. that he still haunted her mind, while she was nothing more than a faint memory in his.   “ but it doesn’t matter. i’m sorry for bringing it up. ”

couldn't confidently say he had moved on . he tried his best to be or at least make it seem like it . wasn't much for admitting his own mistakes but he found it rather hard not to with her standing right there . " yet you sound like you expect an explanation . "