Hi, guys!

This is my second fic and on kezza89's suggestion it's a sequel of the first – "It was written" for those who didn't read it.

This is just a small prologue so that you can submerge yourselves in the story.

I'm waiting for any kind of advice, suggestion, comment, say me what you like and what you dislike, what you would read and everything you want to let me know!

Oh, one last thing, reading the prequel isn't necessary, but, God, you guys will deeply hurt my feelings if you don't read it! I'm just joking … close to …

Enjoy the reading!

the old phib

Chapter one: Mistakes

"Well, let me only try to understand: you're saying to me the only thing I can't ask you is to love me more than that mother-fuckin' bitch?" the man barked in her direction jumping out the sofa and gesticulating with both his arms, his jugulars pulsated in sync with his anger, his eyes were apparently aggressive, but disappointed and hurt in deep.

The woman still sat in front of him, her look was sorry and guilty, but when she heard that insult a quick and momentary flash ran through her eyes:

"Don't call her in that way."

"What? Don't call her in that way? I'm supposed to call her in the fuckin' way I want! She's nothing to me! She's only a mother-fuckin' bitch to me! She's only a stupid slut I hate cause is the only fuckin' thing between me and you!" he continued to yell stopping every once in a while to get his breath, hurt and disappointment magically vanished and in that moment he seemed just furious, desperate and furious.

I can't allow he call her like that, she doesn't deserve it, the woman continued to repeat into her mind while her sorrow for the man who's pain she could clearly distinguish behind all that dark rage began to become littler and littler little by little the swear words directed to the person she made suffer the most in her whole life multiplied into the man's mouth.

"She's not a slut and I can't let you …"

"You didn't think like that when you ran away from her and you fuckin' came to me!" he restarted without letting her finish.

Point taken, she thought and, even supposing it's possible, the flood of memories related to his last sentence that started to fill her brain pulling painfully against the walls of her head made her feel guiltier than she already felt. Suddenly she didn't know how to reply.

"Matt, I …"

"You're supposed to love me more than this! You're supposed to love me more than she!" he shouted to her pointing with his right hand an hypothetical place where she possibly was.

"I made many mistakes." the woman just said looking down between the elegant patent leather shoes of the man, it was like she hadn't the courage to look into his green eyes, she was afraid, afraid she could see the truth in them.

"And what the hell does that mean?"

She couldn't carry on without consider him worthy of attention. He was worthy of attention. He deserve her attention. He deserve her look. He deserve her truth.

"We need a break. I need a break."

"What?", his voice scared her, suddenly it became low, low as a whisper, low as his bafflement, low as his pain, low as his misunderstanding. The woman saw him sitting down without averting his eyes from hers, his handsome face was scrunched up, scrunched up like an old and unwanted piece of paper.

"I need some time to think, think away from you, away from … from … all of this …"

"Think? Think? Think 'bout what?" he recovered then restarting to gesticulate with his hands.

C'mon … she knew that … she perfectly knew that … okay, she had been an idiot, just an huge idiot, but then she had understood … she didn't need some stupid time to think … she just hoped it's not late … please, God, please, I beg you on my knees … let it's not late … I won't make mistakes anymore, I'll do everything, everything like everything so that she'll forgive me, I promise … I promise … but help me, God, please … please …

"Think 'bout us and you and me and … and …"

"… and she?"

She couldn't lie anymore. He didn't deserve more lies.

"Yes."

For a couple of moments he stayed in silence, then he sadly smiled and with an expression that conveyed all his resentment and his ache he began:

"You know what? I'll make everything easier. Do you want to sorta clean your mind, uh? Let's clean it now, let's clean it here, let's clean it together. I'll help you! I'll be the same stupid fuckin' idiot as always and I'll help you one more time!" he ended, she didn't know what she was supposed to answer and so she stared at him without any word going out of her mouth. A little time after luckily he restarted, "Look at me and say to me you love me more than she."

She closed her eyes with a huge sigh. It was so difficult, so fuckin' difficult. She hated to hurt people, but she couldn't carry on with that fiction, it wasn't fair. He was a good man and she loved him someway. He deserved the truth. I'm sorry, Matt … I'm so incredibly sorry … I hope one day you can forgive me …

"I can't." she said opening her eyes again and staring at him with her sincere look.

"Why?" he whispered with a face in that moment was just hurt, deeply and completely hurt.

Brittany hardly swallowed. By that time she had to go to the bottom of it.

"Because I love Santana more than you. I've never stopped and I can't love anyone else in this world more than she. I'm hers, I've always been hers, now I know it, maybe it's late, maybe she'll never be able to forgive me for betraying her with you, but I'm hers and I'll be hers for the rest of my stupid life."