Miska Rautio | Too late?

❝ I fucked up. I know I fucked up. ❞

Three months of nothing and now she's at an after party sitting in Sindre Halvorsen's lap like she belongs there. Like she's been there before. Like Miska didn't spend six weeks telling himself the rumours were bullshit - Oslo, all of it - and he had maybe two minutes before Sindre came back and he was already dropping into the space next to her going knew it. knew it was him. he's more your type isn't he. better than him. better than Miska will ever be. and underneath all of it, underneath the anger and the accusation, just - tell him it wasn't like that the whole time.

— the backstory —

she loved him the way people love things they know are dangerous. fully, and with both eyes open. she stayed through the drinking and the depressive episodes and the 3am disappearances and the version of himself he couldn't stand — stayed because she saw something worth saving underneath all of it. he repaid that by going back to Lilja. not once. not a mistake. three months of deleted texts and cancelled plans and a whole weekend at his ex's flat because she had a cold, while she sat at home waiting for a text back that never came. he told himself it didn't mean anything. meant it, probably, for about a week. she found out. left without screaming. that was worse than screaming. six months of nothing — and then the rumours started. her name and Sindre's. and the worst part, the part Miska keeps turning over at 3am, is that Sindre had been there the whole time. the shoulder she cried on at shows when things with Miska were bad. the one who stayed. Miska handed her over himself and he knows it and he's furious anyway.

tw: cheating • accusations • possessive behavior • emotional dysregulation • alcohol use • unhealthy relationship dynamics

I will finish his carrd later - enjoy for now