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save your tears for another day | richard rios

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Your relationship with Richard was always tumultuous, to say the least—if not outright toxic. The good days were amazing; he treated you like an absolute princess, you laughed at the same jokes, and you were perfectly in sync. But the bad days were terrible. The fights got so out of hand that the neighbors had called the police a couple of times, knocking on the door of the apartment you shared in São Paulo. Richard would always leave without giving you an explanation—he’d simply run away, leaving you with your heart in your hand and tears threatening to fall.

You couldn’t pinpoint exactly when things began to fall apart for you two. Maybe it was the pressure of his career, the monotony of the relationship, or the fact that things were getting too serious too fast. But after one particularly heated argument, you knew it was time to leave. You took advantage of the fact that—like always—Richard had walked out instead of facing the issue and packed your bags. You would’ve liked to say goodbye to him; after all, you loved him. But he was gone, and you were still there. And you knew that maybe someday you’d have to see him again. So, just like him, you left.

Now, months after the breakup, Richard couldn’t take his eyes off you as he watched you dance in the middle of the floor at the exclusive São Paulo nightclub you both happened to end up in. Out of all the nightlife spots in the entire city, the two of you had to wind up in the same one. If you’d seen him, you gave no sign of it, so he kept watching. You looked incredibly happy with your friends, dancing to the rhythm of the music and sipping gin and tonics like always. You looked incredibly happy without him. The blinding lights highlighted the sparkle of your smile as you laughed at something your friends said, and Richard found himself smiling too, caught up in the glow of your happiness.

But the feeling of being watched crept up on you like tiny ants, and you turned your head toward the eyes that hadn’t left your figure since the moment you walked into the club.

And you saw him.

His unmistakable honey-colored eyes stared at you so intently that you felt a pressure in your chest. It was the first time you’d seen him in months. You didn’t know if it was the alcohol or the intensity of the moment, but you felt a single, treacherous tear slide down your cheek—and Richard’s heart broke a little when he saw it.

Despite the months of no contact, for some reason, Richard still held onto the hope of getting you back. He hoped you’d give him another chance to prove he’d changed, that he understood how much of an idiot he’d been when he was with you, that he’d taken his frustrations out on you unfairly, that he’d never run away from you again. He wanted to tell you all of this with his gaze, across the crowded club full of people who had no idea that, for a moment, the only two people in the world were the two of you.

You quickly wiped the tear from your cheek, breaking eye contact with him and taking away the privilege of letting him say all of that without words. And you did what you’d always hated about him but had now mastered yourself.

You ran away.

Richard realized it was too late. He’d lost you. You deserved someone better.