A/N: So, here's a short little drabble for all you lovely people, based on a prompt I recieved on Twitter. I apologise for the extreme level of angst, but hopefully some of the drabbles coming up will more than make up for it :) Hope you guys all enjoy this :)
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"What do you want from me, 'Lex?" Chris whispered softly.
"I…" Alex sighed. "It doesn't matter," he murmured, turning away.
It was too painful for him to stand there and pretend that Chris actually gave a shit. It was too hard for him to even believe that Chris could care. Not when Chris had been the one to break his heart, the one to tear his world into shreds.
No, Chris had made his decision all those months ago, when he'd left Alex with nothing more than a soft kiss to his forehead as he ran away – run off to start a new life with her. As much as Alex tried to feel some kind of anger, of blinding hatred towards the bastard who had pulled the rug out from beneath him, Alex couldn't.
He could understand why it had happened. People were starting to get suspicious; all the touches, the subtle glances, the time they spent together, rumours were starting to make the rounds and they had both known that it could spell the end of their careers if the truth ever got out. Instead, Alex had told Chris, actively encouraged him even, to have some fun, to try and get the heat taken off of them.
He figured they'd be able to work through it; Chris would go out, get seen making out with some broads, get seen taking them back to his hotel room, and then come back to Alex at the end of the day.
It was so simple.
What Alex hadn't counted on was Chris coming back one night, his face riddled with guilt and sorrow as he whispered that he'd fallen in love with somebody else. With Velvet. Someone he didn't have to hide, someone he could smile at in public without questions being asked, someone he could love without them being a dirty little secret.
It had broken Alex's heart that night when he waved off Chris' apologies and tears, telling Chris that he deserved to be a part of that kind of relationship. It didn't matter that it was 5 years of love, of a relationship Alex had envisioned would last until they were old and grey, it didn't matter.
He had known that he'd never be able to keep hold of Chris forever.
He had never deserved Chris in the first place, and he'd known it would only be a matter to time before Chris realised that as well. That was what made it hurt so much; despite everything, Alex still loved Chris. He didn't think he'd ever be able to stop loving him. His heart still belonged to that blond-haired demon with a smile that could destroy any hatred.
"Alex…" Chris murmured gently, reaching towards him, and it physically made Alex ache to shrug off his touch, his voice lower than a whisper as tears welled in his eyes.
"I just wish you still loved me." As Alex walked away, he never heard Chris sigh sadly.
"I still do."