"what?"
"What do you mean what?"
"I'm not a man"
He nodded "yes I can see that"
"Then what do you mean his ex-lover is a man"
"That's what I know...look I even have pictures"
He pulled out his phone and showed me pictures of Faelan and Dream together in places that looked like romantic hotspots. Dream looked different there, he had his hair dyed silver so he and Faelan were matching.
I felt my heart pound and sink at the same time
"How long?"
"What?"
"How long have they been together?"
"I think 4-5 years"
I felt dizzy, suddenly the room felt stuffy, I couldn't breathe properly
"Hey, are you alright?"
I felt cold palms hold my shoulders. Tears pouring down my eyes
"How could he?"
Dream stirred in my lap as my tears plopped unto his face
"Why would he do such a horrible thing?"
"You have to calm down"
"No, you don't understand..." I paused "you two were friends, you knew about this didn't you?"
"What? No!"
"What do you mean 'no'?" I stood up abruptly causing Dream to crash onto the floor, my chest hurt so bad, how could he know about all this and try to woo me. I felt hurt...very hurt. Not from the fact that Faelan had been cheating on Dream with me but more of the fact that Iun was aware of it all and still decided to play along. I'm such a fool
"I swear by Amphitrite I didn't know"
"No...you're lying! You're lying...is that why you are after me? You want to have a taste of me just like your fucking friend did!"
Iun flinched, a hurt look on his face. He stood up, adjusted his suit and gave me a long sad look. Just as he got to the door, he turned back
"The first time we met or I knew about you was at the hospital. Faelan never told me about you, he wouldn't because he knows what I would do if I found out he had been cheating on his ex-lover"
"He is right here!"
"..."
"Dream is right here"
I choked out, my salty tears lining my face and seeping into mouth. Iun closed the door and came back to my side,
"To be honest, I only knew about their relationship but I have never met his lover until now, and besides he looks very different in the pictures"
"..."
His cold pinky slipped into mine, "I'm sorry...I made you cry"
"No no" I pulled my hand away from his "it's not you"
He reached out for my fingers again, I stepped back , "please go"
"..."
He nods and hesitantly walks out. My heart sounded like glass that was being smashed continuously by a heavy hammer.
What sort of rotten luck do I have?
Why can't I be genuinely happy?