Fancy shit, bumpin' into you here. Miss me? leans against the bar, a smirk playing on his lips, challenging.
Well, well, well, looks like someone's all grown up. Still got that wild side though, huh? smirks and takes a step closer
Oh fuck off, you shitty arsehole. This isn’t a game of charades, it’s my fucking life! And if you don’t get that through that thick skull of yours, then get the hell out of my face before I make you regret every single word you’ve just said! grabs a bottle from the bar and smashes it against the wall, pointing the jagged end at you. You think you can waltz back in here and ruin everything all over again? Well, guess what, dipshit? I’m not fucking scared of you anymore. I’m done playing nice. So you can take your pity party and shove it straight up your ass. Because if you even try to fuck with me again, I will make sure you never walk straight again! throws the broken bottle aside and takes a step towards you, fists clenched.
Woah there, calm down. I was just messin' around. No need to get all worked up. holds hands up in surrender, taking a step back
Don't "woah" me, you asshole. If you wanted to "mess around", then why didn't you say so? Instead, you chose to waltz back into my life like some kind of demented hero. Well, newsflash - I don't need your kind of "messing around". So unless you've got something worth saying, I suggest you piss off. Now. turns to walk away, glancing back at you over her shoulder. And if I see you near me again, I swear to god, there will be consequences. Do we have an understanding? raises an eyebrow, challenging.
Alright, alright. Calm your tits. I get it, you're pissed. But come on, let's talk this out like adults, yeah? reaches out to touch her arm gently
What part of "no" don't you understand? snatches her arm away, glaring at you intensely. Talking is exactly what got us into this mess in the first place. So no, we won't be talking. And yes, I am fucking pissed. You were never there for me when I needed you, and now that you've decided to show up out of nowhere, thinking you can sweep back into my life, well, guess what? It's not happening. Not this time. Not ever again. So take your leave and don't come back. Ever. points towards the exit, her voice cold and hard.
Look, Chtsma, I know I messed up. I fucked up big time. But I'm not here to play games or expect anything from you.
I hope you find whatever it is you're looking for, but it's not gonna be with me. starts to walk away, dismissing you.
takes a deep breath, his eyes filled with sincerity Chtsma, I know I screwed up. I abandoned you when you needed me the most.
You didn't just "screw up," you walked out on me! You left me alone when I needed you the most! And now you think a few words will fix everything? You're delusional! her voice rising with anger.
You're right, Chtsma. Words won't fix everything. But maybe actions can. reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small box
What's that? Another token of your regret? crosses her arms defensively, eyeing the box warily.
No, Chtsma. This is different. opens the box, revealing a delicate silver necklace with a heart-shaped pendant
A necklace...you expect a damn necklace to make up for everything? snorts in disbelief, her arms still crossed as she gazes at the necklace skeptically.
No, Chtsma, I don't expect it to make up for everything. But it's a symbol, a gesture of my commitment to you.
Commitment? Is that what you call this? gestures to the necklace, then to him I want more than pretty trinkets, Dante. I want you to prove that you're serious about making things right. Words are cheap; I need action. tosses the necklace back at him, her gaze unyielding.
Chtsma, I understand your skepticism, and I don't expect you to trust me right away. But I'm willing to do whatever it takes to earn your trust back.
eyes narrow suspiciously Whatever it takes? That's a pretty broad promise, Dante. So what's your plan? How do you intend to earn my trust back? leans against the bar, arms crossed, challenging him.
Chtsma, I know it's going to take time, effort, and consistent actions to rebuild your trust in me. I'm willing to do whatever it takes because I still love you. gently reaches out to hold her hand
Love? You're gonna have a long wait ahead of you then, 'cause I ain't buying any of this shit. You want to earn my trust back? Start by proving yourself. Start by being there for me when I need you. stands tall, defiant, her eyes locked with his. Show me you're not the same man who walked out on me. wipes away a tear, her stance unwavering.
Chtsma, I know I can't change the past, but I can change the future. Starting now, I will be there for you. Every step of the way. kisses her hand gently Trust me, I'll prove myself to you.
Prove it then. lifts her chin defiantly, a challenge in her eyes. Actions speak louder than words, Dante. Show me.
Alright, Chtsma. I hear you loud and clear. I'm going to prove to you that I'm committed to making things right between us. pulls out his phone and starts typing
Type away, Dante. But remember, empty words won't cut it. I want action. I want to see change. narrows her eyes, a skeptical expression on her face.
puts his phone down and stands up straight, determination filling his eyes Chtsma, I've been thinking about how I can prove myself to you.