LOVED.

            rageful words spill out of the other’s mouth, each one stinging izzie to the core. past experiences proved that hurtful speeches from alex were often vacant of what he truly meant to say. empty threats, almost. still, this somewhat comforting fact doesn’t stop her from backing up slightly when insults continued being hurled at her. dark hues drift to the side, avoiding eye contact during the rant. izzie hated to see alex angry, she always had. NOT meeting his vengeful eyes with hers always seemed to lessen the blow, to make the burn hurt less. she let him finish, arms crossing insecurely across her chest.

            TEARS are the first thing she sees when she finally gathers the courage to look back up and instantly her gaze softens. she had only ever seen alex cry ONCE before. he didn’t cry. hell, he rarely even showed any emotion besides anger and his usual cool blasé attitude. the temptation to reach out and touch him, to wipe his tears away, was strong. a breath she didn’t know she had been holding was released unevenly.

            ❛ no, alex. you don’t get to stand here and —- and accuse me of abandoning you. i came back a LONG time ago, and you didn’t want me! you told me —- you told me you deserved better. after everything we’ve been through, YOU told me you deserved someone better than me. and maybe you do, maybe you did —- you couldn’t take the fact that i was dying and i couldn’t either so i LEFT. but one thing you DIDN’T deserve was to watch me die like i did with denny. ❜ dark eyes bore into his this time, tones sharp and thick with emotion. he was still wiping his tears when she realizes her own had begun to well in her eyes and trickle over. dammit, so much for moving on.

            ❛ i don’t KNOW, okay? i don’t know why i came back, ❜ she finally says (more like shouts). she sniffles once, regaining her composure before continuing, her voice gentler this time. ❛ you can’t lie to me alex. wanna know how i know you weren’t FINE with me leaving? because i wasn’t either. and seven years later here we are standing in the same exact place that we started yelling like idiots! you are not fine and neither am i. ❜ her lower lip betrays her and trembles again as she desperately wills for both herself and for him to stop crying. the last time he broke down in her arms it was over somebody else, but now izzie was witnessing the result of her own catastrophic actions unfold right in front of her very eyes.

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          the weight of words unspoken, words so rotten and spoiled they’re unrecognizable, crushes him, and he can’t help the way they pour out of pressure-made fissures without his permission.   then you should have been better! you should have stayed and fought and been better! for me! because that’s what you do when you love someone. you don’t run when they push you away. you don’t — you don’t serve them divorce papers and then not answer your damn phone! if you love them, you — be better, dammit.  hands that had been gesturing with every word return idly to his hips. he can’t blame her for leaving. he can’t blame her for giving up after he pushed her to so frequently, but he desperately wished that she would be the one who saw past it, who saw that he just wanted to be fought for.

          and she was that person. she knew when to ignore harsh words that came so naturally to him. she knew when to tell him to SHUT UP and listen to her. she knew how to see past the miles and miles of defenses surrounding him and fight to reach him, and once she got there, she knew exactly what to say to him to let her stay; so when she relented and stopped fighting, even if it was at his insistence, he took it to mean that he wasn’t worth fighting for. self-sabotage at its finest. he had already convinced himself he was unworthy, and he pushed her until she made him feel that way. it wasn’t her fault. it was his. part of him still knows this. part of this anger is simply meant for himself and taken out on her, but he’s beaten himself up enough in her absence.  

          steeling himself up, alex meets her gaze, blur blinked away enough that he might see her clearly as she continues on. her voice is softer, more soothing. it brushes away the rigidity of his shoulders and smooths out some of the creases in his forehead. he’s still angry, but he’s more rational. ( at least for now. )    i wasn’t fine when you left. ask mer. hell, ask anybody. but i made myself okay. i picked myself up. i grew the hell up. i changed. i’m not the same as i was seven years ago, iz.  alex shakes his head, lips pressed into a thin line, jaw jutted forward.   i became better because you left. i made myself who you needed back then. 

          space created by her is only furthered by him. he feels lighter with the stench of the rotten words no longer plaguing him. it’s a sensation already experienced, once he finally gave his father a piece of his mind after all those years without him. his expression, however, remains hard, unwavering. it doesn’t betray how desperately he wants to pull her into his arms and refuse to let go. 

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today's the day my life begins. all my life i've been just me, just a smart mouth kid. today i become a
M A N.

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ind. pri. sel. alex karev
penned by sabrina
est. april 9th, 2016
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