Desired by All and He Threw Away 119

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but instead of an argument waiting for me i find Taylor sitting cross legged on the couch.there a basket of warm laundry beside her and she is humming along to some soft acoustic song playing from her phone. 

her hair falls over one shoulder.She looks so calm it makes something inside me crack open. 

She looks up. 

the moment her eyes land on my face her whole expression changes,. “Ruby?” She stands so fast a shirt falls from her lap. “What happened? What’s wrong?“The concern in her voice splits me down the middle. 

“I-“My breath breaks. The words don’t fit through my throat. Tears just spill over again, harder, unstoppable. 

Taylor crosses the room in three long steps.she wraps her arms around me guides my forehead into her shoulder.,I collapse into her like my bones finally gave up. 

Between sobs I choke out, “He cheated on me. You- you were right. You were right about him the whole time.” 

Her breath draws in, sharp and quiet. Her arms tighten around me, warm and steady. 

“Oh, Rubes,” she whispers. ” im so sorry.im so so sorry.“she strokes the back of my head like she used to when i was little and scraped my knees on the pavement.“I never wanted you hurting. 

thats why i stopped you from running away with him.i wasnt trying to control you.,I was trying to protect you.” 

her voice softens at the end trembling just a little., 

something in my chest squeezes painfully.all the bitterness i shoved into myself over the past few months starts melting like snow under hot water.,It feels stupid now, the anger. 

The resentment. She wasn’t trying to ruin anything. She was saving me from exactly this moment. 

i suck in a shaky breath and finally finally hug her back. Not halfway. Not angry. Just holding her because I need her.because i miss her.because shes my sister,. 

she exhales into my hair kisses the top of my head then guides me to the couch.we sit together her rubbing slow circles into my back., The silence between us is soft, not heavy. Healing instead of breaking. 

for a few minutes thats all i need,.my phone buzzes on the coffee table,.I ignore it.Then it buzzes again. And again. And again. 

My stomach turns. I pull away from Taylor just enough to reach for it. 

Dylan. 

His name fills the screen in an endless list of notifications. Paragraphs. Voice messages. His words pop up one after another. 

We have a plan. 

Don’t forget what she did to you.I need you to send that footage soon.If we do this right, you’ll finally get back everything she stole–My eyes skim the messages. Every line tastes the same. Sharp. Manipulative. Familiar in the worst way. 

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He sounds exactly like my ex. 

Controlling. Desperate.twisting the truth to make everything feel like my fault if i dont do what he wants,. 

my stomach rolls,. 

I scroll up through our older messages, tracing back the way he fed off my anger, nudged it bigger, turned it into something he could use. I see myself believing him, trusting him, almost doing something that would’ve shattered my sister. 

A deep breath drags through me, long and slow. 

I press “Block.” 

The moment the button turns red, something loosens in me. Something I didn’t realize had been wrapped tight around my ribs. 

i dont need him,. 

i dont want to hurt Taylor., Not anymore. 

I glance over at her. She’s folding laundry again, humming softly at the same quiet song. She looks tired, but peaceful. Kind. 

And suddenly Aiden slips into my thoughts, sharp and bright. 

Not the way he looks at Taylor, but the way he is. The calmness in him. The small polite smile he gave me the day he passed me the TV remote. The way he made everything feel lighter during the livestream.the way he looked at Taylor like she was something worth being careful with,. 

he is everything my ex wasnt,. 

warmth creeps through me too fast to stop,. 

I shouldn’t. Taylor and Aiden are… something.whatever it is its real.or at least i think it is.but after today after the way everything feels like its been ripped out of my hands guilt doesn’t even cross my mind,. 

I want him. 

i want the way he makes me feel when he looks at me with those soft eyes.i want someone who wouldnt throw me away like im nothing,. And right now, wanting something good doesn’t feel wrong. It feels like survival. 

my gaze drifts to Taylor’s phone sitting on the arm of the couch screen facing up unlocked,.she is sorting a pile of towels her back turned,.my pulse quickens., I reach for her phone with slow fingers. 

My breath barely moves.I type.Come over.i need to talk to you.,Please. The message sends before I can reconsider.I set her phone down exactly where it was. 

Taylor doesn’t notice. 

And Aiden… he’s already on his way. 

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