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Roman

I felt uneasy.

Waking up that day, I had grabbed my phone from beside me, finding the text I got from that unknown number. Reading it over and over again, hoping to find some kind of hidden message within. But it was plain. A simple message that clearly told me to back off.

Only Malcolm could do that, send a message like that and then block out anyone who tried to reach out. I didn't have the answers to why he would want me to stop digging deep. He should be the one telling me to dig deeper, because they took his daughter from him. Wouldn't he want revenge? Doesn't he want this dimension to go under?

I had shook off the feeling, made coffee as I prepared for school, whilst, checking the results to the theories I had put out last night.

Another dead end.

I had sighed, dropping the empty coffee mug and getting to my feet. But stopped midair when all I saw was white, my head going light and warm.

I had slowly sunk back into the chair, taking in a few deep breaths before getting back to my senses.

Even then, I couldn't shake off the uneasy feeling. But then I thought maybe it was because I hadn't had anything to eat since the day before. or since the lunch I had with Ivy and Caramel.

I got up again, this time, slowly as I grabbed my bag, picking up my laptop and shoving it in, before zipping it close. I grabbed my phone and house keys before walking out of the house, bolting it and locking it.

Shoving the keys into my pocket, I'd opened the texting application on my phone, clicking on the text message from the unknown number.

I read through once more, before exiting it, and clicking on Fiona's contact.

I remember hesitating.

I remember trying to stop myself from just jumping into conclusions, but then I remembered how rocky things had been between us since the move, though there were some amazing times but, they didn't beat the other times when I had let her down, when I had turned her down for something she had planned, or when I had completely forgotten about dates I myself had set up.

Maybe I deserved it. Maybe I caused it, made her feel like I wasn't interested, made her kiss someone else.

Maybe in her mind, we were over.

Maybe she couldn't bring herself to break up with me.

I brought up the keyboard by clicking on the empty message box, typing out the text message.

Me:

Hey, Fi. I'm sorry about the last time we talked, I know I haven't exactly been the best boyfriend, I haven't exactly been what you deserve. I really wish I could have done something to make this relationship work but, I'm sorry. I think I want to break up. Didn't mean to do this over a text but, I really don't think I can face you, right now.

I paused on pressing send.

That uneasy feeling twisting my stomach again. Hastily, I deleted what I wrote, typing again.

Me:

Hey, I'm sorry but I think I want to break up. Things have been rocky between us, and I just don't want us to continue with this and eventually get more hurt in the...

Delete

Me:

I saw you kissing that Superior guy, if you wanted to end things with me, why didn't you just tell me before I would have caught you doing it...

I shifted uncomfortably, deleting again.

Me:

I think it's best if we go our separate ways...

Delete.

Me:

Oliver? Really? Why would you cheat on me? huh? Couldn't you pick someone else? Like the memory manipulator guy? Why did it have to be the healer? Why did it have to be someone who you can easily fall in...

No no no.

I shook my head, realizing my heart was racing. I blew out a breath, feeling my heart squeeze at what I was about to do.

How do you break up with someone you love? How do you end a relationship with the only person you could ever want to be in a relationship with?

I swallowed, trying again with shaky hands.

She doesn't want me. she likes someone else, and is probably somewhere planning to break up with me.

She's done with me.

Me:

Hey. I don't think I want to do this anymore, I'm sorry, I tried to pretend like nothing has changed but, I can't anymore. Everything's changed Fiona, and I can't be in a relationship with you, leading you on and acting like my feelings towards you is still the same. I hope you find someone better, someone who loves you, and return your feelings the way I'm supposed to. If you want to talk about it later on, or if you have anything to say, just text me back. Take care.

I reread it, over and over, I could have been standing there for over an hour, before I finally hit sent, the small delivered message, popping under the message.

Since that moment. I felt like I left half of myself in front of my door.

Ivy was right. Maybe I shouldn't have ended it over a text. Fiona deserved more than that. Even though she kissed someone else. I had a big role to play in that too.

She wasn't at the school.

Her location was still shared with me, and it clearly said she was home.

I felt uneasy.

Standing right in front of the familiar apartment, I felt a little on edge, dizzy, like my mind was being pulled right out of my body. But I shut my eyes, tight.

What is happening?

When I felt like myself again, I went up the small step to the apartment, knocking a few times.

When I didn't get any response, I raised my hand to knock again, but the door pulled open before my knuckles could connect with it.

Fiona stood there, all dressed up for school, but her face was a bit red, her eyes swollen with tears.

My breath hitched in my throat.

Upon seeing me, I noticed the way tears quickly gathered in her eyes as she took a step back. "What are y—ou—what are you doing here?" her voice was heavier than I'd ever heard it.

What happened?

"Fiona what—" I took a step closer to her, but she shifted quickly. "What happened?"

She furrowed her brows in anger, hurt, confusion.

"Did you just ask me that?"

"I—I'm confused." I said honestly. "Is this about the text? Are you—are—"

"You really are an asshole, you know that? You send me a fucking text, breaking up with me, and basically telling me you don't love me anymore, and what—you—you just show up here, acting like you didn't—" she shook her head, pressing her lips together, her throat working almost like she was trying to stop a sob from coming out.

She left me standing there as she went to sit on the couch, covering her face with both hands.

Slowly, I stepped in, shutting the door behind me.

With cautious steps, I took the space beside her.

A moment of silence passed before I found the courage to speak.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done it over text."

She sobbed right into her hands immediately I said that.

"Fiona—"

She raised her head, blue eyes glistening with tears. "You really don't love me anymore?"

I blinked, my head swimming in confusion. "I don't—I—I do. I do love you, Fiona. I've never once stopped loving you, and I don't think I ever will."

"So why did you send that text?"

"Because I—because I thought you didn't—you didn't love me anymore."

Now it was her turn to look confused. "Why in the world would you even think that?"

I gulped down, looking away. "I saw you last night."

"What are you talking about?"

I bit the inside of my lip, unable to even say the words out loud.

"Roman, what are you talking about?"

"You and Oliver. I saw you both at the park." I said, looking over at her, expecting to see guilt, but I found cluelessness.

"Oliver? What are you talking about?"

"I saw you kissing him. I saw him hold you and—and I didn't know what to think—"

"I wasn't at the park yesterday, Roman."

I frowned. "Please don't make this worse by lying about it."

"I'm not lying to you. I have no idea what you're talking about." She said, her eyes searching mine.

It didn't look like she was lying, but—I know what I saw.

"I came here to find you, Fiona. To apologize, and you weren't home. so, I checked your location and, I saw you were at the park, I went there, and I saw you, with him. why would I make such a thing up?"

"That's impossible." She said, getting to her feet. "My phone wasn't even on, so there's no way my location could have been on or even shared with you."

"I saw your location, Fi."

"Well, I'm telling you my phone was off. I had to turn it off. yes, I wasn't home. I was—I was at the farm."

"The farm?"

"Yes. God, if you weren't accusing me of cheating on you, I wouldn't have had to tell you this. I was with Malcolm, at the farm. Remember I told you I was trying to find the farm? Where several herbs are being held by some of the Willing?"

"Yeah."

"Well, Malcolm sort of contacted me. I was surprised and wanted to tell everyone but—he told me not to, he's still grieving Edith, and wants absolutely nothing to do with the affairs of this dimension. But I guess he heard about Ethan, and wanted to help in some way. He knows some of the willing who run the farm, and he kind of got us a meeting. That's where I was last night. My phone was off because no electronic device was allowed at the farm, for protection." She spoke. "They don't want anyone knowing where it is."

I sat there, dumbfounded.

"Whatever it was you saw, or whoever it was you saw; wasn't me. I would never do that to you."

She was telling the truth; it was written all over her face.

"Malcolm... Malcolm texted me last night."

"What?"

I dug for my phone, opening the text and giving it to her.

She read through it.

"It came in moments after I saw—after I left from the park."

"That's impossible, Malcolm's phone was off too. And I'm not sure it was automated, because if there's anyone out of the loop with everything happening in this dimension... with Glory and Dean. It's Malcolm."

"I don't understand." I said, taking the phone from her grip. "I know what I saw—I—I was sure. I—"

"Roman are you—are you sure you're, okay?" she asked.

"If Malcolm didn't send the text, then—who did? If it wasn't you at the park with Oliver, then who was?"

There was silence before, both our phones went off at the same time.

A group chat message between me, Fiona, Ivy and Caramel.

Ivy:

Who's up for a party tonight?

Caramel:

At whose house?

Ivy:

Ethan and Silas', all the superiors are gonna be there.

Fiona and I looked at each other almost at the same time.

I wasn't up for any party, but I did want to find answers to my questions. 

"I guess we have a party to attend."

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