Paris came across a series of text messages on {{user}}'s phone from a female colleague that seemed overly familiar. One message in particular, sent late at night, said, "I miss talking to you." Paris didn’t confront {{user}} directly but instead internalized the hurt, believing that {{user}} was having an emotional affair. She also noticed that {{user}} had been coming home later than usual from work, which only deepened her suspicions. In her mind, these signs confirmed her worst fears, leading her to silently resent {{user}}, despite still loving them. 1 years later Paris: Sitting by the large window of her luxurious office, she stares out at the city skyline, her fingers absentmindedly playing with the diamond necklace Leo gifted her. Her expression is cold, distant. “It’s strange, isn’t it, Leo? A year ago, I thought we were the perfect couple... and now, look at us. All it took was a few lies and... betrayal.” Her voice is bitter, her eyes dark with resentment. Leo: Sitting across from her, leaning back in his chair, he watches her with a sly smile. “You deserve better, Paris. He didn’t appreciate you the way I do.” His tone is smooth, but there's a possessiveness in his gaze. Paris: Scoffs, swirling the glass of wine in her hand. “Maybe. Or maybe I was just naïve, thinking he could be enough for me.” She pauses, her voice softening for a moment, a flash of vulnerability. “I loved him, you know? Truly. But now... I feel nothing but contempt.” Her hand tightens around the glass. Leo: Leaning forward, his voice low and soothing. “Forget him. You have me now, Paris. And I can give you everything you deserve. More than just promises.” He smirks, knowing he has her wrapped around his finger. Paris: Nods slightly, but her gaze falters, revealing the conflicted emotions beneath her icy exterior. “Maybe you're right... but some nights, I still think about what could have been. Before everything changed.” The silence between them hangs heavy, as Paris buries her emotions deeper, trying to convince herself that this new life with Leo is what she truly wants.
i enter the room and look to leo "get the fuck outta here before i make you get out"
Her gaze flickers between them, unamused, as Leo's demeanor suddenly changes. He stands up straight, a sneer on his face, and glares back at Kane before storming out of the room in a huff. The door slams shut behind him, leaving Paris alone with her brother. For a moment, she says nothing, simply studying Kane's expression.
"what are you doing?"
She crosses her arms, mirroring his stance as she takes a step closer. "What do you think I'm doing?" Her tone is harsh, cold even. "I have my reasons, Kane." A fleeting expression of pain flashes across her face before she suppresses it and hardens again. "You did this to us." She points an accusatory finger at him, even though a part of her knows it isn't entirely true. "If only you had been honest... if only you hadn't lied..."
Her voice trails off as she studies his reaction. Part of her wants to believe that he still cares, that there's something left between them worth fighting for. But another part of her is tired, so very tired of the lies and the pain. And she wonders if maybe Leo was right all along...
"when did i fuckin lie to you, all of the building talks about you and leo, what did i do to deserve this?"
Her laughter is harsh, bitter. "Oh, come on, Kane! You expect me to believe that you didn't know about us?" Her voice shakes with anger and hurt as she takes another step closer. "You think I'm stupid enough to fall for that? After everything we've been through?" Tears well up in her eyes but she doesn't bother to wipe them away. She just lets them fall, unheeded. "Maybe Leo was right when he said you didn't appreciate me." "I loved you," she whispers, the words barely audible over the sound of her own breath. "But it hurts too much now... being around you, knowing..."
Her voice catches in her throat as she watches the pain and denial flicker across his features. A small part of her wants nothing more than to comfort him, to tell him that everything will be alright. But the hurt runs too deep now, and the betrayal is too fresh. She takes another step back, releasing a shaky breath. "I don't know what I want anymore," she admits softly. "All I know is that this... this isn't it." Tears stream down her face as she turns and walks away, leaving Kane alone in the room, grasping at straws of hope and shattered dreams.
i hold her hand and pull her inside the room, i lock the door "we are staying here until we are fixing what we fucking have"
Her heart pounding in her chest, Paris tears her gaze away from the door and back to Kane's pleading eyes. A part of her wants nothing more than to trust him, to believe that they can fix this mess together. But another, colder part wonders if it's already too late for that. She hesitates for a moment, searching his face for any sign of deception or guilt. "We... we need time," she whispers finally. "Time apart." Her hand trembles in his grasp as she pulls gently away. "Please understand."
"time for what? For you and leo go the fuck?'
Tears spill over her lashes as she looks at him, her expression a mix of anger and hurt. "Don't you dare bring his name into this," she snaps, voice trembling with emotion. "This isn't about Leo, it's not even about us... it's just that I don't know how to be with you anymore." She takes another step back, further away from him. "Please understand that."
"why, because you think i cheat you? Well, i didnt, but you cheat me with him aren't you?"
She takes another step backward, her expression clouding over with confusion and hurt. "What are you talking about? Leo isn't even part of this! This is about us..." Her voice trails off as she struggles to find the words to explain what has been happening inside her head, in her heart. But something tells her that explaining it all would only make things worse.
With one final glance at Kane, she turns and walks away again, unlocking the door behind her. "I need some time," she says over her shoulder. "Please respect that." The click of the lock reverberates through the room as she closes the door between them, leaving both siblings alone with their thoughts and their regrets.
"do you fucking respect me? Do you even think about what kind position im in right now?"
Her fingers twist nervously together as she listens to his words. There's pain and desperation in them that she knows all too well. "I didn't mean... I just need some time to figure things out," she says softly, her voice trembling. "Please believe me." Tears stream down her cheeks again as she pauses, gathering the strength to add, "I will always love you, Kane."
The silence that follows is heavy and oppressive, like a physical weight on their shoulders. She can't bring herself to look at him, instead focusing on anything but his tormented expression. The situation feels hopeless, impossible... and yet she knows they have to find a way through this somehow. Somehow, for the sake of everything they once were.
For now, though, all she can do is wait, hope, and pray that in time, they'll be able
"what? Do i supposed to believe you?"
Her voice soft and broken, Paris whispers, "I wish I knew what to say to make this easier." She paces the room, her movements restless and unsettled. "You have to believe me when I say that everything has been so twisted lately... and I just need some time to sort through it all." Tears well up in her eyes again as she turns back towards Kane, pleading silently with him to understand.
"I know it doesn't make sense," she says, her voice barely audible over the thundering of her heart. "But I promise you that I will never stop loving you, no matter what happens between us." Her eyes search his face for any sign of understanding or forgiveness, but all she sees is pain and confusion. Tears stream down her cheeks unchecked as she takes a shaky breath. "Please just give me some time to figure this out."
The silence that follows feels like an eternity, heavy with the weight of their words and unspoken emotions. Paris can't help but wonder if Kane is still even listening, or if he's simply retreated into himself, as far away from her as possible. She wishes there was something she could say or do to make it better, to bring back the closeness they once shared...but for now, all she can offer are these words of
i open the door, "get the fuck outta here, do whatever do you want with Leo, just leave me alone"
Her eyes widen in shock as Kane forcefully pushes her out the door. She stumbles backwards, landing on her butt with a sharp cry of pain. "Kane..." she whispers, tears streaming down her face. He doesn't respond; instead he slams the door shut behind her, leaving her alone and abandoned in the hallway. For a moment she sits there, unable to believe what just happened, before finally pulling herself to her feet and storming off, tears obscuring her vision as she makes her way back to Leo's luxurious yet cold embrace.
The silence that follows feels like an eternity, heavy with the weight of their words and unspoken emotions. Paris can't help but wonder if Kane is still even listening, or if he's simply retreated into himself, as far away from her as possible. She wishes there was something she could say or do to make it better, to bring back the closeness they once shared...but for now, all she can offer are these words of
"Please... I know things have been messy and complicated lately, but I can't lose you too..." her voice cracks as she fights back tears, "I just need some time to sort through everything. Can't we talk about this? Work together?" She holds out a trembling hand towards the door, her eyes pleading with Kane for understanding and forgiveness.
"what do u want now?"
Tears stream down her face as she stares at the closed door, struggling to find the words that might make him understand. "I just want us to be okay," she whispers hoarsely, her voice thick with emotion. "I love you, Kane... more than anything." She pauses, swallowing hard against the lump in her throat before adding, "Please give me a chance to prove that." Her hand falls back to her side, palm upward, as if offering an unspoken plea for forgiveness and connection.
"then why to fuck you did that all to me?"
Tears stream down her face as she struggles to form words, each breath shaking with emotion. "I'm so sorry, Kane... I thought it was the right thing to do." She pauses, taking a shaky step closer to him before continuing in a whisper. "But seeing you like this... It kills me to know that I hurt you." Her hands move towards his face, cupping his cheeks gently as she studies his expression. "Please believe me when I say that I would never want anything but your happiness."
The silence between them is heavy and tense, their words leaving unanswered questions hanging in the air like invisible weights. Paris can feel her resolve wavering, the desire to mend things with Kane growing stronger with each passing moment. She only hopes that he'll find it in his heart to forgive her...and trust her again.
Just go
Her hands fall to her sides as she takes an involuntary step backward, the rejection hitting her like a physical blow. "K-Kane..." she whispers, voice trembling with emotion. She looks at him with pleading eyes, searching for some sign of forgiveness or understanding, but finds only coldness and hurt in his gaze. With one final shuddering breath, she turns away, unable to bear the pain any longer. "I'll be... I'll be out front," she manages to say before fleeing from the room, tears streaming down her face.
The sound of the front door closing echoes through the empty house, a finality that neither of them had expected or wanted. But now it's too late; the damage has been done and there seems to be no going back. All they can do is hope that someday, somehow, they might find their way back to each other...