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// tws ; none! ; gn reader ; modern au
. . . . . ╰ ❝ between umbrellas on a rainy strеet
your words broke thrоugh even thе ѕound of rаin, goodbye
i јust shut mу mоuth
i pretend not to hear agaіn ❞
lowercase intended !
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sobs wracked your body.
it’s okay. you’re okay , you thought to yourself, rocking your body back and forth, face buried in your knees.
the lies kept increasing.
lies towards yourself, towards him, towards anyone and everything.
you were fine , you told yourself.
as if.
here you were, dove white bedsheets pooled around you, as fat, crystalline tears rolled down your face, an ugly reminder of what you had become.
of what you had become ever since he left you.
a crying mess.
even the way he had broken up with you reflected the situation — rain pouring down, thumping over your roof as he stood there, umbrella in hand. his jet-black bangs were plastered to his face, wet, as if he had left without an umbrella originally.
your eyes had a joyful gleam as you beamed at him, crinkles at the corners of your eyes a mirror of your happiness.
until he shattered it, alongside your heart, of course.
it was like he had been cradling your fragile, glass heart, taking care of it, protecting it, until he decided to throw it full-force at the ground.
“i have to tell you something,” he had said, cold eyes analyzing you, examining your very being.
thinking nothing of it, you had asked what. he dropped your glass heart as he spoke his next words.
“i want to break up.”
and, so, you were here, crying like a baby.
a fucking baby.
you had thrown away the jacket you had worn when you had asked him out, trying to look your very best.
you wanted to look like an adult, mature and collected, coming to terms with any ups and downs life had to offer.
but, as it turned out, you were still a kid inside. ever so sensitive — fragile and delicate, able to break apart at any moment.
this was so, so much more cruel than any mean words he could speak to you. saying he loved you, whispering sweet nothings, and then dropping the bomb on you? saying he never loved you?
saying everything was meaningless to him?
you had gone to a cafe a few days prior, and what you saw made your heart crack all over again.
he was there, sitting alongside his friends.
worst thing?
he was smiling.
he was fucking smiling.
after what he did to you, he had the audacity to laugh, to smile?
it hurt so, so much, watching him smile, watching him laugh, knowing it would never be you making him do so ever again.
it made you hurt.
it made you hurt.
it made you sick.
and, so, you laid on your bed, crying like a baby.
crying like a baby.
i’m crying for you, baby.