Sylus' POV
The city streets blurred past as I drove, my mind elsewhere, my grip on the wheel just a little too tight.
Then, out of nowhere.....I saw her.
At first, I thought I was imagining it. But no. It was her.
Y/N.
Sitting by the café window.
For a second, my chest tightened, something raw twisting inside me. I hadn't seen her in days, hadn't heard her voice, hadn't felt the way she looked at me like I was something more than I was.
And then....I saw him.
Zayn.
Sitting across from her. Leaning in just slightly. Looking at her like she was the only thing in the world worth seeing.
And Y/N-she was smiling.
Not forced. Not strained. A soft, real smile.
Something in me snapped.
How could she?
How could she sit there, drinking coffee with him, so... so calm, like nothing had happened? Like she hadn't just walked out of my life?Like I didn't exist?
My fingers curled into a fist, my jaw tightening.
Was this it? Was this what she wanted? To run back to her high school crush the second things got hard?
I knew Zayn had always been there, lurking in the past, a shadow I ignored. But now?
Now he wasn't just a shadow.
Now he was right in front of me. Sitting across from Y/N. Taking my place. Pathetic!
I exhaled sharply, gripping the steering wheel so hard my knuckles turned white.
I should drive away. I should let it go.
But I didn't.
Instead, I stayed there, in my car, watching them through the glass.
And with every second that passed, with every smile she gave him, the anger in my chest burned hotter.
I sat there, watching.
Minutes passed. Y/N laughed at something he said. Zayn leaned in closer. She looked down, tucking her hair behind her ear-the same way she used to do with me.
I clenched my jaw.
I should've left. Driven off. Pretended I didn't see them.
But I didn't.
Instead, I waited. Waited for them to step out of that café, waited for my moment.
And the second they did-I made my move.
I pushed open my car door, stepping out onto the sidewalk with slow, deliberate steps. They hadn't noticed me yet. Not until I was right in front of them.
"Well, well."
Y/N froze. Zayn's expression hardened immediately.
I let out a low chuckle, shoving my hands into my pockets, tilting my head just slightly. "Didn't expect to see this little reunion." I glanced between them, my smirk sharp. "How sweet. Old lovers reconnect over coffee. Makes my heart melt."
Y/N's eyes widened slightly, and for a split second, I saw something flash across her face. Guilt.
Good.
Zayn, on the other hand, didn't flinch. "What do you want, Sylus?" he asked, his voice even.
I ignored him, keeping my eyes locked on Y/N. "So this is how it is, huh?" I let out a bitter laugh. "It didn't take you long to run back to him."
Her lips parted slightly, like she wanted to say something, but nothing came out.
I stepped closer, my voice dropping lower. "Tell me, Y/N-how long? How long did it take before you forgot about me?"
She swallowed, her fingers tightening around the strap of her bag. "Sylus, stop."
"Stop what?" I scoffed. "Pointing out the obvious?" I turned my gaze to Zayn, letting my smirk widen. "Guess I should've known. First love always has a way of sneaking back in, doesn't it?"
Zayn didn't react, but there was something sharp in his eyes. A silent challenge.
Y/N took a breath, steadying herself. "It's not what you think."
"Oh, really?" I crossed my arms, tilting my head. "Then enlighten me."
She hesitated.
And that was all the answer I needed.
My smirk faded the second she raised her voice.
"What is wrong with you, Sylus?"
She was furious, her eyes blazing, her voice cutting through me sharper than any blade ever had.
"How dare you stand here and question me like this?"
I clenched my jaw, trying to hold onto my anger, but the way she was looking at me-like I was nothing but an obstacle in her path-made something inside me snap.
"Oh, so now I'm the bad guy?" I scoffed, folding my arms.
"Yes, you are!" she shot back.
I could feel Zayn watching, but I didn't care. Right now, there was only her. Only this.
"You think you can just show up and act like I owe you something? Like I need to explain myself to you?"
She stepped closer, her breathing uneven, her chest rising and falling.
"I bumped into Zayn at the hospital-by accident. We had coffee. That's it."
Her words should have reassured me. They didn't.
"And even if it was more than that, what right do you have to question me? You left me alone when we were together, but now that I've moved on, suddenly you care?"
My hands curled into fists at my sides.
"I never-"
"You never know what?" she cut me off, her voice shaking with frustration. "Never noticed? Never realized? Or did you just never think I'd actually leave?"
Something in me twisted, deep and painful.
She stared at me, waiting for an answer.
I had none.
I could feel my blood boiling, my vision tunneling in on her, on the way she stood there-defiant, furious, pushing me away like I was nothing.
"You never what, Sylus?" she demanded, her voice sharp. "Never noticed? Never cared? Or did you just think I'd always stay, no matter how you treated me?"
I scoffed, stepping closer. "And what about you, huh?" My voice was low, dangerous. "Acting like you were some perfect, patient saint? Don't pretend like you didn't know who I was from the start. You knew exactly what kind of man I am, and you still stayed."
"Because I love you!" she shouted, her voice cracking. "But love means nothing when you're always left alone!"
Her words hit harder than I wanted to admit, but I refused to let it show. Instead, I let out a bitter laugh. "Right. And look at you now-running back to your little high school sweetheart like nothing ever happened."
Her eyes flashed with rage. "I'm not running back to anyone, Sylus! I had coffee with an old friend. But you? You act like I betrayed you, when you're the one who never treated me like I mattered."
I stepped even closer, my jaw clenched. "You don't get to act like the victim, Y/N. You left. You walked away."
She didn't back down. "Because I got tired of begging for you to love me the way I deserved!"
Something inside me snapped.
I exhaled sharply, my anger burning through every word as I hissed, "Then let's see if your new love will be next to you when you die."
The second it left my mouth, I saw it-the way she froze.
Her eyes widened, her lips parted slightly, as if I had just ripped the air from her lungs.
And for the first time in my life, I felt something close to regret.
Y/N's POV
His words cut through me like a blade.
"Then let's see if your new love will be next to you when you die."
For a moment, I couldn't breathe. The world blurred, his voice echoing in my head like a cruel curse.
How could he say that? How could he be this cruel?
Something inside me twisted-pain, betrayal, anger-but before I could stop myself, before I could even think, the words left my mouth, raw and unfiltered.
"My loved one is you. Like always."
Silence.
His eyes widened slightly, but I didn't let him speak. My voice trembled, but I held my ground, staring right into him. "And you'll never be able to see my face when I die."
I saw it-the flicker in his expression, the way his breath hitched. Good. Let him feel it.
Because this wasn't just anger. This wasn't just a fight.
This was the truth.
And it hurts. God, it hurts.
Sylus' POV
"Fine!" I shouted, my voice raw with frustration.
Zayn stepped in, his tone sharp, commanding. "Leave, Sylus. That's enough. She's not fine."
I scoffed, rolling my eyes. "Oh, look at you, playing the hero. How predictable."
I didn't even glance at Y/N. I didn't care. Not anymore. If she wanted to stand by his side, if she wanted to act like I was the villain-then so be it.
I turned on my heel without another word.
I didn't notice the way her breath hitched.
I didn't see the way her shoulders trembled.
I didn't care.
I walked away, my mind burning with anger, my ego too big to turn around. I don't know why I did this, do I hate her? Or do I hate that she is moving on? Or do I hate that she is with Zayn?.
To be continued...