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“Mahal, can you please just drop it. We’ve been over this a million times. I was out with Dennis. What more do you want me to say?” You and Trinity had been arguing for well over an hour. You really didn’t want to argue with her. It was clear you were getting nowhere.
You couldn’t let it go because it felt like Trinity was hiding something from you. More than felt, actually. You knew she was lying. She wasn’t with Dennis like she said.
You’d had no reason to doubt her, but when he let it slip during shift that he was out on a date around the time she claimed they were together your stomach dropped. You even cross matched the dates just to be sure. She was lying.
You and Trinity didn’t have secrets. You told each other everything. You knew about each other’s traumas, your favorite memories, and everything in between. Even the little details didn’t go unsaid between the two of you.
She’d been overly suspicious the other night and you had brushed it off at the time but, you could no longer ignore the blaring red flag anymore. In the four days that followed after Dennis’ unknowing confession Trinity had been twitchy and constantly checking her phone.
You didn’t know what to think, but it was getting increasingly harder to stop your brain from imagining the worst.
“The truth Trin. I want you to tell me the truth.” Trinity rolled her eyes at you as she stood up from her place on the couch. You had been washing dishes. Not because you liked them, but because she made dinner. If anything the chore was more of a buffer than you had planned.
“Where are you going?” You squeaked out as you dried your hands on the hanging towel. You hated conflict as much as her, but you thought she would at least finish the conversation. Trinity groaned loudly as she headed towards the back of the apartment.
“I’m just going to take a shower.” Trinity huffed in response.
“We haven’t finished our conversation.” Trinity rolled her eyes as she turned back to you.
“There is no conversation. You’re interrogating me for no reason. I’m going to take a shower because this is pissing me off.” You sucked your teeth at her as you tried to not yell.
It was the one thing Trinity hated; being yelled at.
“I’m pissed off too, Trin. I can tell you're hiding something. If you don’t want to talk, fine, but don’t brush me off like this is all in my head.” Trinity pushed her palms into her eye sockets and pulled at her hair. She knew she was overstimulated and needed space. She just didn’t know how to ask for it without spoiling everything.
“Jesus fuck, how many times do I have try and walk away. Clearly I don’t want to talk and you just won’t take the hint. You’re suffocating me, it’s too much.”
You immediately froze in the doorway. It felt like swallowing needles as you tried to push your emotions down. There were tears threatening to fall as you stabbed your nails into your thighs.
All that kept ringing in your head were her words; too much. They cut deep. You’d always felt that way. Too much for your family who didn’t want a gay kid. Too much for your teachers who’d always had to separate you from the other kids for talking. Too much for those at work when you tried to follow the rules they had no problem breaking.
You’d felt too much for the world until you met Trinity. She’d always been the one to listen and comfort you. She quieted the thoughts in your head when you couldn’t stop spiraling.
The thought of being too much for Trinity had never even crossed your mind before.
It was the one thing you never worried about.
Your stomach churned as you clenched your jaw and closed your eyes as you took a timid step back. You were disoriented. When you finally focused on Trinity again you could see the pain and regret in her eyes.
“Honey,” she breathed as she subtly reached towards you even though she was nowhere near you.
“I’m going home.” Trinity’s lips parted in a slight gasp. You hadn’t called your rundown apartment home in three weeks. You’d been there once or twice in that time to grab clothes, but even that was unnecessary. Trinity liked when you wore her clothes.
You turned on your heels and headed to the front door. Every step felt like you were walking on hot coals. Your body wanted you to stop, but your brain wouldn’t let you.
“Baby, please. I’m sorry. I fucked up. Don’t go. Please.” You shut your eyes tightly as the tears finally fell and you whirled around towards her.
“Don’t Trinity. Just don’t.” Trinity winced at the use of her full name. You never used her full name.
“You know, Dennis told me he was on a date the other night.” You said practically spitting fire. Trinity’s eyes widened. She swallowed harshly.
“I wanted you to tell me what was wrong yourself. I waited for days until I couldn't take the stabbing pain in my chest anymore. I guess I should’ve been worried about my back.” Your breathing picked up as you pulled your shoes on and grabbed your bag.
You turned back to her one more time and stared at her.
“I thought we could talk to each other about anything, but shame on me for assuming too much.” You walked out the door and wanted nothing more than to slam it. More like rip the door off the hinges, but you didn’t.
Trinity watched you leave and listened to your footsteps until she couldn’t hear them anymore, even when she strained. When she was sure you were gone she screamed fuck into the abyss of her apartment.
She stomped over to her room and sat on the edge of the bed. She smacked her palm onto her forehead and slammed her fist onto the night stand.
The piece of crap draw she’d been meaning to fix slid open slightly, but it was enough. Enough to see the velvet box hiding there.