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selene hathaway
xTHIRTY // THE BRIDE // BROKEN BY BETRAYALx

"love is love, even if it is illicit; like light remains light even in the darkness."

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The loud click of Selene's iphone locking sounded as she finally dropped the phone to the bar she was seated at, an explosive sigh of hurtful aggression escaping her plump lips. Her now free hands pushed into her brunette hairline, cradling her head in a slightly bowed position as her eyelids came to a close. It did nothing to stop her from seeing the images that had been posted on instagram, however - if anything, they made it worse.

In less than twenty four hours, the thirty year old was set to be married to her fiance. And despite their promises to each other, he had broken several in one night.

Not only had he broken their promise to have respectable nights for their bachelor and bachelorette parties, but he'd broken his vow to remain faithful to her. All on the same night. And the evidence was already posted for their friends and family to see; a bunch of lewd photos of Brandon getting lapdances, kisses, and then him sneaking off into the back room with a few barely clothed women. The friends that had gone to his stag party were cheering him on in the videos and pictures, indicating that no one there was thinking about the fact that he had a wedding to be apart of the next day. Selene was a ebbed murmur in his intoxicated mind, and it stung like nothing she had ever experienced before.

The bartender cleared his throat apologetically when he noticed the tears that were trailing down her freckled cheeks, and set a drink in front of her once her bright eyes lifted to meet his.

"Just a refill, on the house."

An appreciative nod forced her hands to release from her hair, and Selene lifted her left arm to wipe her sleeve over her cheek, collecting the tears that were still clinging to her cheek. With a soft sniffle, she reached for the glass afterwards, bringing it to her lips. A healthy mouthful was taken of the rum and coke mixture, and as she set it back down, she released an agitated groan. Coming to lean on her elbows, her right hand lifted to inspect the engagement ring still clasped around her left ring finger, and her eyes narrowed dangerously as she toyed with it. There was a long moment of contemplation, and she gripped it securely, about to slip it off when she heard someone approaching her.

Footsteps weren't uncommon at the hotel's bar, not at all.. but the seat beside her was taken by a figure she recognized instantly, and her hands folded down into her lap like she'd been caught with her hand in the cookie jar. Selene attempted to mask the sheepish feeling of wanting to take her engagement ring off with a weak smile towards Gabe, a long time friend of her fiance, but it was hard to force the corners of her mouth to turn up.

"Why aren't you with Brandon?" she asked, a little coldly, and then immediately sent him an apologetic glance. "Sorry.. I saw what Jeremy posted.. It's not your fault."
 
 



gabe whitaker
xTHIRTY FOUR // THE BEST MAN // WOLF IN SHEEPS CLOTHINGx

"he doesnโ€™t deserve her. not because heโ€™s unworthy, but because heโ€™s blind to what he has."

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He did not answer right away. Instead, Gabe Whitaker slid onto the barstool with an unhurried air of a man who knew exactly what he was about. The sharp line of his jaw was accentuated in the light, and the smell of his aftershave was subtle enough to be caught even with the faint tang of liquor in the air. Gabriel, or Gabe for short, had always been a bit of an enigma even to his friends. A brooding figure, some angst-ridden philosopher wasting his time in academia, practically one step away from being an emo. But at least it gave him some kind of personality beyond the shallow shills that most people happened to be in the 21st century. At least when Gabe spoke, he actually had something to say worth hearing, instead of the vapid nonsense that spewed in practically meme formats out of modern humanityโ€™s mouth. Gabeโ€™s eyes were always dark, unreadable, but there were a few things that made him stand out beyond his obvious cynicism with the species known as human beings. He was a loyal friend, he was never impulsive, and he had always been warm towards Selene without ever trying to make a move on her. Her words hung awkwardly in the space between them, but Gabe took his time in responding.

โ€œDonโ€™t apologize,โ€ he murmured, his voice a smooth blend of understanding and something harder to place. โ€œIf I were in your shoes, Iโ€™d be angry too. Betrayal cuts deepest when it comes from someone you trust.โ€ He leaned an elbow casually on the bar, his posture open, nonchalant, but his eyes never left hers. He noted the way her fingers curled into her lap, how her shoulders seemed weighed down by disappointment. She looked so small, so fragile in that moment, and he wanted her to feel it. Not out of pity, but because Gabe wanted her to see Brandon for who he really was. An absolute piece of shit who should never have gotten the woman of his dreams. His dreams, and Gabeโ€™s. The man opposite of her had never confided his crush to anyone, never once spoken out against her dating his friend, but he had always had his reservations. He knew the kind of man Brandon was, flawed like most, and how easily led around by a piece of ass. But seeing Selene here like this, seeing her upset, it made him hate Brandon a little. Enough to try his hand at consoling her.

The bartender interrupted, coming over to ask Gabe what he wanted, and he settled for a simple crown and coke, his eyes never really leaving Selene even as he spoke the words. And once they had privacy again, he leaned closer so he could speak to her without having to raise his voice in the endeavor. โ€œLook, Iโ€™m not going to defend him. What Brandon did, itโ€™s not just a stupid mistake. Itโ€™s a choice, one that shows exactly where his priorities are. You deserve better than that. Youโ€™ve always deserved better than that.โ€

His head turned just slightly so that he could lock eyes with her, letting the words sink in, a little bit of his own anger darkening his expression, as though Brandonโ€™s actions offended him personally. As he did so, his hand came over, familiar as it touched her knee, and he gave a small squeeze. It could be a squeeze of commiseration, or more, but the perfect placement of that hand, not too high on her knee, meant that Gabe left it open to interpretation as he continued. โ€œIf Iโ€™m being honest, I donโ€™t know how youโ€™ve put up with it for this long. Youโ€™ve given him everything, and he doesnโ€™t even see it.โ€
 
 



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selene hathaway
xTHIRTY // THE BRIDE // BROKEN BY BETRAYALx

"love is love, even if it is illicit; like light remains light even in the darkness."

โ™š



The moment the man beside her told her not to apologize, it was like he'd opened up the dam. Selene burst into a small whimper as her eyes filled more chaotically with tears, and she turned her head to keep the sight of the way they swelled from his view. But she was aware just the shake of her shoulders and the refusal to look him in the eye would give her away. After a moment or so, she held her breath and forced her head to turn back towards him, desperately willing herself to calm down. The hands within her lap fiddled, her fingers on her right hand gripping the sleeve end of her left arm, giving it a tug and then smoothing her thumb over the material in a small effort to try and relax her nerves. Luckily, the bartender's slight interruption gave the woman the moment she needed to get her small whimpers and breathing under better control, and by the time he was slinking off to make Gabe's drink, she had resorted to wiping the tears away with the edge of her long sleeve. As her eyes connected with the figure to her left, her lower lip quivered still, but she managed to hold back the sobs and defeated breaths much better now.

Those red-lined hazel eyes penetrated Gabe's features as she steadied herself, coming to lean her right arm up on the bar to turn her body slightly more towards him, wanting him to know that he had her attention. And to her surprise, he leaned closer to her as well, shifting closer to get past the ambient noise that lingered around them. Instinctively, she did the same as she reached for her drink, lifting it to her lips as she listened to what he had to say. And it was obvious from her facial expression that she didn't know what to really think about Gabe's words - at first she almost smiled, but that was quickly wiped away by the rim of her glass. And when it lowered from her mouth, there was a thinly pressed line in its wake, indicating she didn't really believe his last few statements. There was a small moment of hesitation as she contemplated what to say to him, and her lips had just parted as her glass was set back down when his eyes caught her own, and she immediately felt frozen.

The expression on his face, and the one prominently lingering within his gaze, made Selene swallow thickly. Her heart rate picked up, and she was left staring into their voids as he gave her a small insight to his personal thoughts and feelings. Once his hand came in contact with her knee, the bride-to-be shifted slightly, the pressure of his warm palm causing her to break free from the small trance his eyes had given her. Clearing her throat, her gaze lowered from his face, almost like she was ashamed of what he pointed out next. Those eyes traced his hand, but she didn't make an attempt to relieve her leg of its presence. "I.. thought with the proposal, things would be different." she admitted dryly, holding back the shake that wanted to desperately escape within her words. Those hazel eyes lifted to his once more, and she set her drink firmly down, no longer obscured by the deer in headlights effect he had given her moments before. "He'd been doing good - I think. For all I fucking know, he's been lying about working late again."

A deep sigh escaped her plump lips, and she shook her head, teetering on the edge of sorrow and anger. "I just don't understand what the fuck I did.. Things were fine - we were fine. He literally went on this hour spiel last night about how I'm the woman of this dreams, and he'd never be able to see himself walking down that aisle with another woman to follow him to the alter. And then this?" Selene scoffed, rolling her eyes as her left hand rose to tuck a chunk of hair behind her ear. "Am I that fucking gullible - do I have 'giant doormat' written on my forehead?"
 
 




gabe whitaker
xTHIRTY FOUR // THE BEST MAN // WOLF IN SHEEPS CLOTHINGx

"he doesnโ€™t deserve her. not because heโ€™s unworthy, but because heโ€™s blind to what he has."

โ™š

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Gabe allowed her a few moments to get a small measure of control, not necessarily upset with the anguish she was experiencing. He let her drown in it, letting her mull her way through the myriad emotions, and they were important ones for her to deal with. Betrayal was not just the prominent one. There was anger, guilt, and sadness. A boiling cauldron that might bring the entire wedding crashing down, and maybe rightfully so. But Gabriel was not sure that was what he wanted, not even sure when you got to the crux of it if he cared one way or another if Selene continued through with it. But what he wanted her to see was the fact that he was there, that he was truly and honestly the one she could rely on. Now, and in the future. His hand lingered on her knee, warm and steady, just enough pressure to suggest he was trying to offer her comfort. Though the placement was something most of their friends would question if they caught them there in the bar. When she finally stopped speaking, her voice trembling, somewhere on the edge of despair, he responded. Mulling his words as though considering her final question with the weight that it deserved.

โ€œGullible?โ€ Gabe echoed softly, a faint scoff breaking through his otherwise sympathetic tone. โ€œSelene, youโ€™re not gullible. Youโ€™re trusting. Thereโ€™s a difference.โ€ He withdrew his hand slowly, deliberately, wanting her to miss the sensation of his touch, and he reached for his drink. He took a long hard gulp, letting it burn down his throat with a sigh, but even as he did so his eyes stayed locked on hers. And once he was done that sympathetic voice continued. โ€œYou believed in him because thatโ€™s who you are. You give people the benefit of the doubt. You see the best in them, even when they donโ€™t deserve it. Thatโ€™s not a flaw, itโ€™sโ€ฆ,โ€ he paused before whispering the last word, barely heard by her ears.

โ€œBeautiful.โ€

There was an intentional pause in what he was saying, making sure to increase the tension the tiniest of bits, wanting her to feel like a live wire in his presence. As if being near him was the only thing real. He leaned forward even closer, narrowing the space between them, a confidant. Speaking as if his words were a secret meant only for her. As he did so Gabe reached out to touch her again, but this time it was not her leg that he took hold of, but her now free hand. A far more intimate action than the previous overture. There was a reason that people were so emotionally on edge regarding holding hands in the 21st century. It was intimate in a way that sex itself lacked, engendering a connection. Two people who cared about one another. โ€œYouโ€™ve always been more than he deserved. Youโ€™ve got this spark, this strength, but Brandon? Heโ€™s weak, Selene. And weak men, cowards, screw up when they donโ€™t know how to hold on to something true. Someone valuable.โ€

His hand gave hers a hard squeeze, as if he knew the words were painful, but he continued. His expression was contemplative still, but there was an edge of vulnerability he rarely allowed anyone to see. โ€œI know itโ€™s not my place,โ€ he said, though every word was calculated to linger. โ€œBut I hate seeing you like this. Seeing him drag you down. Youโ€™ve spent so much time making yourself smaller, trying to be perfect. Trying to be what he needs. But what about what you need?โ€
 
 
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