It Beats For Two

I stood in front of the airport, bags in hand, Oliver right by my side, smiling. But I wasn't smiling. No, I wasn't smiling at all. Thoughts overwhelmed me as I stared at the building.

"I can' do this, Oli." I sighed, setting my bags down on the ground, finally turning my attention to his face. He chuckled lightly, setting his own bags down. He wrapped an arm around my waist, pulling me into his side.

"I' 's jus' a plane, love. I' won' bi'e yeh." He chuckled once more, giving me a light shake. I shook my head no, inhaling deeply before I removed myself from his grasp.

"No. I won' do i'. Amanda is my frien'. I can'...... I can' keep doin' this teh 'er, even if she doesn' know. She'll find ou' eventually. We 'ave teh stop this before i' goes any furthe'. I love yeh, Oli, I realleh fuckin' do, bu'.... I can' share yeh. Yeh need teh choose. Until yeh make yeh decision, don' bothe' meh. I' 's bes' fo' us both." By the time I had finished speaking, tears were slowly rolling down my face. I looked away form his heart wrenching expression, picking up my bags. I walked away. I walked away from him. I walked away from Paris. I walked away from further heartbreak.

I got at least a few feet away before my bags were flying out of my hands as I was being spun around, Oliver's lips connecting with mine.

"Don' go," He whispered, holding me as close as possible to him. "I need yeh, Af. I love yeh. Jus' don' go. We don' 'ave teh go on this trip, alrigh'? Bu' yeh can' jus' stop talkin' teh meh."

I shook my head, pushing myself from him.

"Yeh no' unde'standin', or yeh no' listenin'. I don' know. Bu' I'm no' doin' this anehmore. I 'ate bein' the othe' woman, Oliver. Yeh can' imagine 'ow I mus' feel abou' this whole situation. I spend 'alf a day with yeh, an' i' 's the bes' fuckin' time in the world, then i ge' teh watch yeh leave, go back 'ome teh anothe' woman. I don' wan' tha' anymore. I don' wan' yeh stickin' yeh dick in meh, then stickin' yeh dick in 'er. I' mus' be fuckin' 'eaven fo' yeh, fuckin' two birds, bu' i' 's 'ell fo' meh. An' if she knew i' would be 'ell for 'er, teh. I love yeh, Oli, I really do. I really fuckin' do, but I am no' pu''in' up with this anymore. Yeh need teh choose, meh or 'er. Righ' now."

"I can'..... I can' choose Af." His eyes were dull and his expression was blank.

"Yeh can' choose? yeh can' fuckin' choose? Yeh complain abou' 'er all the fuckin' time, bu' yeh can' choose? Yeh fucked up, Oliver." I exhaled deeply, wiping the tears from my face. I picked up my bags, turning my back to him.

"I can' choose. I love yeh so fuckin' much. More than anything. Bu' she's pregnan'."