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if you know what song the first line that Tom speaks is from marry me 😚
THE BREAKUP
"Why don't you tell me who's on the phone!" Tom says while letting all his anger out by pressing his foot harder on the pedal. I rub the hem of my skirt.
"Just stop the car, Tom." I say as calmly and quietly as I can. I close my eyes to try to stop myself from letting any tears out.
"For what, Y/N? Why?" He glances over at me with angry eyes. "For you to go on back hi-"
"Stop the car!" I shout. "Please!" My body's thrown forward by Tom slamming on his breaks. The sound of squeaking car wheels startle me.
"Y/N. You've gotta' be kidding me! I cant just leave you on the middle of the road-"
My shaking hands unbuckle my seatbelt and quickly swing the car door open. I grab my black purse from the floorboard. Tom shakes his head and scratches his forehead.
"So we're done?" He asks, not looking out at me.
"Yeah, Tom." I put my arms out. "We're done." I laugh, but not because anything's funny, just because of the ridiculousness of the situation. "I'm extremely tired of you constantly being on my ass, and accusing me of things I would never do." I slam the door shut.
"Goddammit-" Tom shouts and hits the leather steering wheel. "You don't trust me, idiot. That's why!" I call out as Tom starts to drive away, knowing good and well he can't hear me. I begin to walk down the dark road.
My apartment is only a few blocks away, and I know I'm being dramatic, but I couldn't stand being in a car with him for another second. I look down at the road as I walk. I bite my lip as my eyes fill with water and they over flow. Only seven minutes of walking later I made it to my apartment.
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third person
The weekend had went by and Y/N never left her house. Neither had Tom, except to go to the bowling alley for an hour or so. Tom being completely heartbroken, doesn't know what to think. Neither of the two had completely processed it...but they knew they both deeply regretted everything they said.
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first person (your point of view)
I sit at my desk and attempt to fill out the stack of forms on top of my desk, but my eyes keep trailing to Toms desk across the room. He sits tapping a blue pen while staring at a file on his desk. I sigh and continue my work. I roll my eyes at the tapping sound that me makes with the pen. My head stays down, but I look up at him again to see him staring at me. I bite my tongue and we both look away like two embarrassed middle-schools that like each other. I look back at him and notice how tired he looks. Dark circles trace the bottom of his eyes, stubble lines his upper lip and chin—which I don't mind...I find it quite attractive. His hair isn't perfectly like it usually is, and his eyes aren't very bright. Just as I was looking at Tom, Doug approaches my desk.
