• gorgeous greedy golddigger •
I take a seat, studying Erik carefully.
He looks dashing in a grey suit. He casts a still stare on me and I notice the deep frown on his face.
"Why are you here?"
He doesn't move. He doesn't flinch. He just sits there like a robot, his eyes fixed on me.
"I'm here to ask you one simple question." He says coldly.
"What's that?"
"Was it all a lie?"
He asks, agony traced in his voice. The pain in his eyes breaks my heart.
"What we had? All the things we did? The memories we shared? Everything? Was it a lie?"
I want to talk but I'm afraid I'll burst into tears. And I don't want him to see me cry.
His voice breaks.
"Because it was not a lie to me. It was real. Infact, it was the realest thing I've ever had with anyone. And I enjoyed it. I enjoyed spe
