Chapter 99 99: Done
Saint was lying quietly on his bed, staring at the ceiling as usual when suddenly, a sound that stripped his heart bare seeped through his wall.
A girl was moaning, and he hated that he knew who the girl was.
He abruptly sat up, breathing as if hed jist woken from his worst nightmare.
His palms turned cold, his chest constricting like an asthma patient under a panic attack.
He was literally dying while the cause of his death was on the other side of the wall having the time of his life.
He couldn't help it, but he let a stray tear fall from his eyes. That was how much he loved Baby. Perhaps it was time he believed Baby's words.
Baby said he no longer loved him, but Saint was now asking himself if Baby ever loved him.
He heard Baby's ecstatic cry and his breath seized, his body shuddered as a sob tore through him. He knew that sound too well, he used to be the one to get it out of Baby, but now, he was nothing but a spectator.
Yes, he acted all tough and unbothered in front of Baby, but a tiny part of his heart was hoping that Baby would soon come back to his senses. But this... this was the last straw.
There was no going back from hereon. Baby has made it so clear what he wanted, and he would be the biggest fool to want otherwise.
His parents were right all along. Love made people weak, every union should be bound by a contract, just like him and Kora.
There was nothing like love, it was an excuse people used to treat other people like trash and he understood that now.
He stood and grabbed his sweater, leaving his room.
He could not stay, he feared he would lose the last shreds of dignity he had kept if he sat through his ex fucking someone else right beside him.
It was so 'in your face' and he could not bear it.
As Saint stepped out of the apartment, he left a part of himself there. That part that loved Baby unconditionally, the soft part, the stupid and delusional part.
Now, he was a remade man, a man who was never going to let anyone play with his emotions or heart.
He didn't bother taking his car, he simply walked down the quiet street, allowing the silence to absorb those dreadful sounds he heard in the apartment.
He found a bench in front of a closed coffee shop and sat down, his elbows placed above his knees as he buried his face in his hands.
He wanted to scream, to break something... probably the shop's glass door. But he did nothing.
He allowed the pain to rip every part of him down, he absorbed it, and when the time was right, he would use it as his armour.
He made friends with his pain, embracing the company.
He was wrecked, he knew it. He had loved Baby with his whole heart. But was love ever enough?
He knew he was never going to meet anyone who would make him feel the way Baby did.
It was impossible.
He chuckled and lifted his face, staring up at the dark sky. He wished the universe could have shown him a sign.
Then, he laughed again. The universe did show him signs. Wasn't it enough to know that Baby was an international player? But no, he thought he could change Baby.
He thought his love would be sufficient.
But Baby was currently in his room, drilling his fucking cock into Candy's pussy.
"Fuck!" Saint screamed, his voice echoing across the quiet streets.
He was breathing hard, his fingers digging into his knees like an anchor to his soul.
He needed to know why, and would definitely find out why.
"I was nothing but good to him, why would he hurt me this much?" He asked the darkness, his voice trembling with pain and rage.
He sat there, forgetting time and weather as he let his mind replay every memory with Baby from the first day he set his eyes on his, stubborn rival to the day they had their first kiss and finally to that night.
He was shattered, that he knew, and there was nothing he could do about it.
He didn't realise he dozed off on the bench in front of the coffee shop until he felt a gentle pat on his shoulder.
He startled, wincing as he felt the first golden ray hit his eyes. He could already smell the faint exhaust smoke in the air.
He had slept out in the middle of nowhere.
"Rough night?" An elderly woman with grey hair asked as she wiped a table beside Saint with a white cloth.
Saint stood, rubbing his eyes and glancing around the street.
"Don't worry, it's just me. I'm normally the first to get down here and tidy the shop before the sun fully rises. Do you want some coffee?" The elderly woman asked kindly.
Saint inhaled the morning air, getting himself together as he turned to face the woman.
"Morning, ma'am. I'm sorry for crashing out in front of your shop. I should get going," Saint apologised and started to walk away.
"Son?" The woman called after him.
Saint paused and turned his head to look at the woman, "Yes, ma'am?" He asked cautiously, hoping she hadn't suddenly recognised his face.
His father would roast him if words got out that he was now camping in front of people's merchandise.
"Whatever you're going through, it'll be alright... I, too had things that made fee like it was the end of the world, but look at me..." She chuckled, "I still lived my life, old and grey." She walked over to him and touched his arm.
"I'm saying, give it time... all your troubles will disappear along with time. Good luck," She smiled and got back to work.
Saint stared at her for a little while and turned away.
As he left, he considered her words and took a deep breath.
She was right. It wasn't the end of the world.
It was just a heartbreak, a heartbreak that felt like he was actually going to die if he did nothing about it.
But a heartbreak nonetheless.
He no longer blamed Baby, the man owed him nothing. He should be glad that Baby was kind enough to break up with him before bringing a girl home. It showed that at least, Baby did respect their relationship.
However, Saint still needed to know why the fuck Baby chose to hurt him so badly.
He had to know.
He reached the apartment and stood in front of their door. They still have an hour before the legacy interview, enough time to learn exactly why Baby chose to hurt him.
He walked into the apartment just as Candy was leaving Baby's room, smiling so happily like a well-fucked bitch.
Baby followed her behind, shirtless with a cigarette between his lips.
The player Bsby was back, and unapologetically so.
"Oh, hi, handsome," Candy went to hug Saint but Saint easily stepped away from her, standing aside to let her out of the door.
Candy smiled, shrugging and turning to face Baby, "Thanks for tonight, Baby. You're the fucking best." She blew a kiss and winked at him before leaving the apartment.
"Anytime, sweetcheeks," Baby murmured.
As the door closed, Baby turned and walked into the kitchen, the cigarette smoke trailing behind him.
Saint gritted his teeth, forcing the elderly woman's voice to stay in his head: it wasn't the end of the world, it shall pass.
Yes, it shall pass, but at that moment, he was going to know the reason.
He walked into the kitchen and found Baby drinking water from a glass.
He didn’t slow down. He marched up to Baby and only paused when he was directly behind him.
"Why?" Saint asked lowly, his chest heaving as the memories flooded back in his head.
It was worse as he stared at Baby, he thought he had armed himself with his pain, but seeing the object of his misery, rough claws tore at his bleeding heart.
Baby closed his eyes for a second and calmly placed the glass down on the counter.
He thought he could escape Saint by acting as if he hadn't seen him, but turns out he was mistaken.
He knew exactly what Saint was asking, but he also thought he made it clear with his actions last night.
Slowly, he turned and faced Saint, "Whoa, man... You look dead. Didn't you sleep a wink last night?" He asked, his brows furrowed as he studied Saint's ghostly face.
Saint was mute, simply staring at Baby's face, still trying to process how they got to where they were.
"Ah... my bad. We were too loud, right? But who can blame Candy? She's always like that when I –"
"Enough!" Saint snapped, slamming his hand on the counter, the action causing him to lean closer to Baby's face, his chest heaving.
Baby smiled, turning his face away to blow his smoke out, "You don't scare me, Kross. Now, step back, we have an interview in less than an hour." He stated and slid away from Saint.
"I never intended for you to be scared of me," Saint said, watching Baby halt.
"I just want to know why, Dancers. Why did you hurt me this much? Was it something I did?" He asked as he slowly walked over to Baby.
Baby scoffed and turned, "I wasn't playing when I said I hated you, Kross. I should never have gotten with you in the first place, it was a mistake. You were a mistake. So, if you need any more reasons, you can go ask your father, I believe he has all the reasons why no one can ever love you " he smirked.
"I'm not forgiving this, Danvers," Saint stated coldly.
Bsby laughed dryly, "I never said I was apologising. Wake up from your fantasy, Kross. It's disgusting."
Saint took a step back and nodded once, "We're Unified... unfortunately. What you do is not my business, but I'd want to believe I'll have nothing to worry about regarding your waywardness–"
Baby chuckled, "Mm, interesting." He narrowed his eyes, "So, because you aren't the one fucking me, I'm suddenly wayward again?" He challenged.
"My career is the only thing I live for right now. I won't have your foolhardy jeopardisethe only thingi have left. I hope I've made my point clear." Saint gave Baby a curt nod and walked out of the kitchen.
He was done.
Really, really done.
Bsby stood there, cigarette hanging between his fingers and eyes still fixed on where Saint had been standing.
He gulped hard, nodding his head, "It's the only thing I have left, too." He murmured.