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What?

Taking up your time.

Okay then?

Okay what?

Why you’re asking me? I’ve no idea what you’re going on about.

Nothing. Just go on about your business.

Okay then.

Bye.

Guess that makes me a free man. Seeya around, Sel.

You won't actually. This time I'm not running after you.

I know.

Do you have any idea how this hurts? To know what a fool I must look like to everyone chasing after you? Who keeps running after a man as I have?

You have never chased back. Have hardly ever given pause so I could catch up.

Do you care how my loving you has hurt and humiliated me?

I'm a person, Fia. I have a heart. It may be old and broken but it hurts all the same.

This is why us was doomed from the start; I did all I could for you and it still wasn’t enough. There's no memory of anything I have ever done for you except for the last or next bit of perceived humiliation and hurt.

There's no use doing this anymore.

It was never about it being enough! You are enough and that is all I wanted. You.

Yet at every turn you ran. And you point out how you ran and I chased. And that hurts. It hurts so much. It makes me realize how unwanted I must be if you were always trying to get away from me. No one runs from something they want.

It was always about being enough. I don’t know what you wanted, but it wasn’t me. You wanted---fucks if I know what it is you wanted, but it wasn’t me.

What the hell do you expect from a man who breaks into your penthouse, bleeding, and tells you he can turn into a fucking swan; for Christ sakes? Shouldn’t it have been obvious then if I don’t run I die and I lose everything I wanted. Jaysuss.

Fuck you. It is you. It has been from the moment we met. I never wanted all these things you thought I wanted. I didn't lie to you.

You assumed you knew what I wanted and needed. But you never listen.

I never needed the ring or promises. Or white fences holding in children and dogs. I just wanted you.

And I would have run with you every single time if you had just asked me to run with you instead of leaving me behind.

No, fuck you. You say I don’t listen and you say you didn’t want picket fences, promises or rings. But I’ve hurt and humiliated you with running. What the shite is that if it isn’t wanting picket fences, promises or rings.

Maybe, if you stoped to think about what you wanted, you’ve realized I didn’t ask you to come because I wanted something good to come back to.

Fiachra, I've told you. Listen. I just wanted you. It is as simple as that. It always has been. You hurt me when you point out that I do run after you. It isn't a joke to me and I wish it wasn't one to you. But it is, I am a joke to you.

Fine. I understand. You left me behind because you wanted to have someone to come back to. I apologize.

Then you had what you wanted.

We’re done, Sel. There’s nothing to understand or apologize for.

No, I didn't.

Yeah. I get it. I know.