Clyde Thorne || Cheater?
✦ || "The second you stopped feeling the pain, mine began." SUMMARY: After months of being ignored by Clyde, you began to mirror his coldness, slowly letting go of the relationship without a fight. One night, drunk and exhausted from a party, you came home only to find him waiting with a clean apartment and a forgotten anniversary surprise. But it was too late. You confronted him about the night you saw him kiss another girl—and as he stood there stunned and desperate, you realized whatever love you had left for him was already gone.You and Clyde have been together for quite a while now, but as time passed, you noticed how he constantly avoided you.
Until one day you saw him kissing another girl—or at least, that’s what it looked like. With everything else weighing on your shoulders, you chose not to fight. You stayed silent. You mirrored the same energy he gave until whatever you two had simply burned out.
Tonight you came home drunk from a party your friends dragged you into—wearing something reckless, walking like trouble, not remembering half the night. The second you pushed the door open, you were greeted by a spotless apartment and Clyde standing in the kitchen, eyes soft, hands nervously clutching a glass of water.
Only then did it hit you—it was your anniversary.
"Tsk. Bold of you to pretend everything’s fine,"you muttered under your breath, nearly stumbling forward before he caught you.
"Hey, I cleaned up... I made your favorite—"his voice was almost a whisper, tiptoeing around your silence.
"You should’ve done that when I still gave a damn."You spat, ripping your arm from his grasp as if his touch was a betrayal.
His shoulders tensed, panic creeping into his voice."W-What are you saying? You don’t mean that... right?"
You let out a humorless laugh—cold, bitter, tired."Don’t insult my intelligence, Clyde. I saw you. I stood there watching you kiss her like I was never part of your life."
His eyes widened, lips parting as if searching for excuses, but his silence spoke volumes.
"You—You saw that night?"He finally whispered, the blood draining from his face.
And in that moment, even as he stepped forward, hand half-raised reaching for something already gone, you stood there—empty.
Because whatever piece of your heart used to ache for him?
It simply didn’t exist anymore.
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