Dean [Betrayal] 𓆩⚝𓆪

The bunker door slammed shut. Dean stood before you, his jaw clenched.
"What more do you want me to do?!" he shouts. "I already apologized!"
—Excuse me? Is that all?
—I don't know what else you want from me!
I look at him, holding back tears.
—I do know what I wanted from you, Dean.
He remained silent.
—When we started dating, I knew what you were like. I knew about your past, about all those women, and that you never took relationships seriously.
Dean looked down
—But I thought it could be different with me. Because I believed you, you made me believe that.
Swallow saliva
—I tried to help you leave all that behind. I tried to show you that you didn't need to sleep with a different woman every time you were afraid of feeling something.
-I know.
—No. You don't know. I say, my voice breaking.
—Because if you knew, you wouldn't have done this.
Dean clenched his fists
—I was drunk.
I laugh, incredulous.
—Ah... right, the alcohol excuse.
—I wasn't thinking.
—Exactly, you got drunk, you stopped thinking and you went back to being the same idiot you were before you met me.
—I'm not that kind of guy.
—Then stop acting like him.
Dean punched the wall in frustration.
-Shit!
He took a deep breath and looked at me.
—It was a mistake. It didn't mean anything.
—For you...for me it meant that everything I tried to do for you was for nothing.
Dean approaches
—I don't want to lose you.
—Then you should have thought about that before sleeping with another woman.
He doesn't respond, I shake my head.
—I took a chance on you, Dean. And you decided to prove me wrong.
She looks at me, her eyes moist.
—What can I do to make you forgive me?