Don't own, yada yada yada.
This feels really cheesy to me, but I figured I'd share it with you all anyway. I haven't written Pylar in a while. In fact, I think the last time I wrote it was around the time I finished Enemies to Lovers. Which was exactly a year ago, I remember because I wrote that for NaNo. Which ends today.
Anyway, enough chatter, on to the story.
Better Man
"Don't you see," Gabriel shouted, angrily. "You are the only thing holding me back."
"Don't do this," Peter said, shaking his head, his eyes closed, head down. "Don't do this."
"I'm different with you," Gabriel said, softer now. "I'm not the man I used to be because of you."
"You killed that woman," Peter said quietly.
"I didn't!" he exclaimed. "I promise you I didn't."
"And why should I believe you?" Peter asked, and for once, Gabriel could read his emotions even in the slightest.
Gabriel blinked. That kind of hurt.
"Why should I believe you?" Peter asked again. "It was your signature. Top of her head sliced off. Who should I believe that it is?"
"Not me. I told you, I'm different with you. And I am trying so hard to be a better man because of you."
Peter closes his eyes and sighs. "Maybe you just aren't strong enough to suppress what you truly are," he whispered before turning and leaving the room without another word.