Keifer's PoV
The silence after the flashbulbs is the loudest thing I've ever heard. Backstage, air tasted like regret and metal—mabye campaign. If regret ever had bubbles.
She doesn't look at me when the assistant yanks us into the dressing room shutting out the noise. She just stands there arms crossed, eyes like storm clouds deciding weather to pour or strike.
"You just had to do that didn't you?" She says. Her voice isn't raised which makes it worse.
"Do what" I asked though I knew
She scoffs "Play hero. Make it look real. Like we didn't plan the ending on the red carpet"
I took a step closer, carefully, the way you approach something wild and wounded "It was real" I say "At least for me"
She laughs, sharp, bitter, hurting. "Yeah? You said that when you broke me the first time"
She's trying not to cry—and I hate that I can see it. That little twich in her jaw, taking shallow breaths like she was swallowing something heavy.
"I don't hate you keifer" she said voice cracking "god—I want to hate you but.."
"But you love me?"
"Yes—damn it!! I love you so fucking much keifer. But what you did out there that was unacceptable. I mean deciding our marriage withoit me is sooo—ugh!" She was clearly annoyed
I don't get it. What's up with the mood change?
"I—I'm sorry" I managed to say. My eyes burned with tears as I saw her break. As she sank to the ground. As…..I saw the my queen break.
Because of me....
"I—I don't forgive you yet keif, but one day I will—
"I'll wait" I cut her before she said any that'll shatter me