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“Isn’t it?”
“Vivienne, I’m changing. Look, you’ve changed me.”
“Don’t try and pin this on me.” I go to turn away, but David snatches my wrist, holding me in place.
He pulls me back to look at him. I wrench myself free.
“I’m sorry I let you down, Viv.”
“That’s what you think this is about?” I laugh in disbelief. “You think this is because you failed at my program to reform your image? I’m pissed at you because you fucking humiliated me!”
“I didn’t mean to—”
“No, of course you didn’t. You just weren’t thinking. But in one blurry, low quality soft-porn-picture of you and some girl, you’ve made me look like some weak victim to be pitied and to be felt sorry for.”
“But you’re not like that—”
“No! I’m not like that! I’m Vivienne Taylor! Then, to make it worse, when you come home pissed out of your head, you don’t even care how much you’ve hurt me. When I try to tell you how I feel, you throw it all back in my face.”
As I verbally tear into him, David almost looks like a guilty school boy. I think I can see genuine remorse in his eyes, but it’s too late now.
“You told me to basically go fuck myself. So, tell me, Your Highness, why would I want to stay around after that?”
I can tell that my yelling is taking him off guard. He’s grasping at straws, saying anything that he thinks will work in convincing me to stay.
“Because I fucking love you! I fucking love you so much, is that what you want to hear?”
His words—his declaration—hits me like a slap in the face.
My heart leaps into my mouth and pounds rapidly. For a moment, I feel light headed.
“No…that’s not what I wanted to hear. Not anymore.”
I don’t even recognize my own voice. It’s too quiet, too soft. Like I’m the victim the tabloids have been painting me as.
I watch David’s heart break through his eyes. He stares at me in sadness and shock. His voice is also small and quiet, in his dumbfounded state.
“Then what do you want from me, Viv?”
“I want you to let me go.”
I take a step away from him and shake my head. I can’t bear to look away from him, so our eyes remain locked. I feel like I’m watching a car crash, and I’m too slow to stop it.
So all I can do is wait for it to be over.
“Goodbye, David.”
