A/N: Ah. Guys. I am very sorry for being so absent recently. Man! I haven't posted one of these for over a month! I posted a little message on my profile like a week ago about it. Luckily, I think I may be regaining my love of Psych and stories about Psych :) All it took was watching a few episodes once more. That said, I hope to actually update more often. And I very much hope you guys like this chapter, even if it is angsty :D
Enjoy! I hope to write more soon ;)
Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN PSYCH (notice the use of caps for emphasis, eh?)
Rating: K
Aphorism
A terse saying embodying a general truth, or astute observation.
Juliet almost ran from the room when she saw him.
Shawn.
Even thinking his name brought forth a stab of pain. Her breathing quickened, a hard knot forming in her stomach.
In all honesty, she didn't know what to feel. Sorrow. Anguish. Anger.
The emotions were battling for dominance. Finally, she settled on fury. She felt as if she were lit on fire from the inside, pure rage coursing through her veins.
He had lied to her. All these years. Years of pretending. Acting like he was psychic.
Ever since he admitted the truth, she had been avoiding him. Juliet couldn't face him. Not when she was such a mess. She could barely organize her own thoughts.
(How couldn't she have noticed?)
(Why would Shawn lie to her for so long?)
(And if he had lied to her about this, what else was he lying about?)
However, Juliet and Shawn both knew that this evasion couldn't last forever.
So when Juliet heard Shawn open the door, she wasn't all that surprised. Yet she remained where she was, jackknifed and trying to resist the battling urges to cry or punch him.
"Jules?" The word came out of his mouth hesitantly, and his footsteps ceased.
Another twinge of pain accompanied that voice, calling her that name.
He was now approaching cautiously. "I'm sorry Jules-"
"Sorry for what? Sorry that you lied to me?" The words came out fast, sharp. "Sorry that you pretended to be something you're not?" She still wasn't facing him.
"I love you, Jules." He said this, his voice low, intense. "I always have." Shawn added this, as if it were obvious.
But no. Juliet couldn't stand the pain any longer.
"Do you?" She forced the words out, bitter and cruel, only whispering. It felt like she were speaking with glass shards in her mouth, and she felt broken.
She walked out before he had a chance to reply.
